tainted colours

friday 8th february 2002 @ 20:18

how do you reach me with your twisted fingers? how is that you can still touch me when i feel so distant? the air is so thin that i must surely be too far away to be hurt by you. and yet your angry echo remains and dances constant in the background of my mind and my eyes are tainted by your view of me and my colours may never regain their purity now that you have covered me with shadow and withdrawn my light.