Colour Paradox

White nights, enveloped in black thoughts, and death is dripping on my face
Time melts, my vision distorted
I've wrapped up myself in chains
Thick and heavy
Do I even want to ward them off?
I lack the will
I wish I could erase them, those memories of mine
But even if my mind went blank, would my body really forget?
My colour grey
The world around me grey
Ah... Have all the other colours disappeared?
Wait... I'm mistaken?
Various shades of non-grey
But why is it I can't reach them?
This vivid, colourful reality...
Even though within and arm's reach...
I sense their warmth, it spreads within me, but why...?
Why wouldn't it last?
I'm left here cold again...
These colours slip away
Death is black and blue after it settles for a while
It's weapon grey, neutral, glowing palely
A black hole, nullifying everything quietly, calmly, naturally...
A small death is gnawing my life pump
Its poison bitter, always in my tongue
I'm still able to paint, I can colour
I can provide warmth, I can warm up my envelope
Yet, me -the core- only blinks shortly, from time to time... Colourfully
A cold twinkling rainbow, breaking the eternal storm.