Killing Colour

KILLING COLOUR

I was just going for a walk you see.
Just a hungry boy with amphetamine eyes.
Through the dark, drizzled, slant streets of this city.
The finest city.
With the near dead dogs wailing.
and the painted up girls waiting.
Who would have thought tonight would turn into this.
My colourless hour.
Old paint.
Shiny, silky and peeling,
from the solid walls of my life.
Who
would
have
thought
That
I.
Would be here,
scratching in a sodium bulbed room with an ashtray carpet.
Wilting, writhing on a leatherette sofa at 4am.
With a ripped up charred up slit whore,
smoking, death choking,
from a plastic coke bottle.
She don't care for me
don't even know me,
I don't care for her
don't even want to know her,
just into each other for next hit.
The Crack comfort of strangers.
I'm drug dancing up with the devil
and his waltzing with my credit cards.
Tonight I'm on my own.
For the very first time.
In a long time.
I'm killing all my colours.
I'm turning sepia.