Gasping for air,
Thrashing around in the water,
Can someone throw me a
Lifeline?
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.
Film Noir
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