Film Noir

Gasping for air,
Thrashing around in the water,
Can someone throw me a

Bottled tears from
Endless nights of
Blood-soaked sheets
– My film noir world.

I float now,
Calmly letting waves wash
Over me
– I’m no longer drowning.

Sometimes I must
Catch my breath
– I spoke too quickly,
But I always end up
Rhythmically safe.

I like to paint parts of my mind
In vibrant colours only Gogh knows of.
I watch sunsets and await sunrises,
Only a small part of my heart remains
In black and white.

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