Dirty Water

I pore the dirty water down the sink

I pore it like I do many things in my life

How do the colours become so grey

Its like nothing wants to stay here

I pore it down

I pore it down

I pore it

Down into the swirling darkness

The rush of the final mess

Where none can find us

Exists quietness

I paint to soothe my mind

Heal the holes left behind

In my devastated soul

I try to colour gold

I see the remnants of the ink

As they drip down the sink

Like flashes of colour in life

Eye catching amongst the white

I pore it down

I pore it down

I pore it

Down into the swirling darkness

The rush of the final mess

Where none can find us

Exists quietness

I pore it down

I pore it down