Colours merge in rainbows
In golden skies, I string words together
Trying to find what I lost
I can never quite get it right
Under the spell of pleonasm
Love burns out
Windows get sticky with dew
I lie awake
Moonlight shining on my face
Elbows into the dark
I tell Gean how I feel
How I never meant to snap
Rotating in the mosaic
Homewards
Into the embers
Into the golden sun
I get to know my depression
Wounds in my bulletproof heart
My clothes are strewn on the floor
Feelings from every pore
I get up and drag myself out of bed
To face the crushing feeling
Rotating in the mosaic.