Monochroma

These days black stands for menot as a colourbut as a penetrating darknessThickening as I stare into it.(Thickening,The darkness is yourdarkness.)We are nothing butspirals leading intoeach other's hearts-I no longer knowwhich one is mine.As I walk deeper intothis darkness of yoursI feel itstranquil whisperspainting me in myone beloved colourThe colour that is you-your skin, your embrace-Closes my eyes, leaves me coldBut the light left me blindfoldedand I never felt warm.We are mere spirals,unknowingly we lockourselves in themby walking through.One day you'll realizethat you can't get furtherLook backwards, and see-there's nothing there.There never was a past.I'll close your eyesmy breath will leave you coldI'm the end of the spiralthe one who locks you inMonochroma.As I walk deeper intothis darkness of yoursI feel your sadness,a gentle gust of windpainting me in myone beloved colourThe colour that is you-your skin, your embrace-How this sadness is mytragedy-being the one thing I adoreHow can one live with that?These days black doesn't standfor me simply as one colour-but as an inevitable holein which I crawldeeper and deeper.