Black in Rainbow , Visions of More.

The something falls around eyes, sparkling, desert, clean, it falls and spreads within us and fills all that we can see.

Vision blurred and force fed, but with perfect gentle touch, the rainbow floods the bloodstream and compares with oxygen much.

Someone taps my shoulder and spin around I do, to find a God of nothing, offering something new.

The colours all around me, continue running more, the lights and stars from in me fall and christen floor.

I ask him what hes giving and what I have to pay, He says all I have to do in return, is love and share and stay.

I hate all the loving bullshit that floats around the room, the fake, the lies, the story, the eye, the thought, the bible, the boom.

I don't believe in shyte I say, but follow the rainbow through, until I come to something odd, glistening no more than you.

The hole it's black and scary, hovering within the mass, the colours fear it, hide from him, and aside they quickly cast.

Although me, embryo child, hate the man's religion, I live with it and glamour the rainbow, for my sake I must put in.

Instead of staying in the screen of colour, red to violet shaking, I run to the dark, in the middle of the room and into it I am taking.

It swallows me and colour no more, no more rainbow glisten, no more light, no more man, no person to me listen.

I walk around, not scared but wonder, who I am to be here, then I see the answer there, I am no religion I am free-er.

I know now I am not a slave to all things sparkling and warm, but of a higher disposition, knowing, living, not torn.

I don't need that man, and his rainbow made of love, all I need is darkness, to see my truth un-glove.