The poster child of dull
The grapes a shade lighter, so are the pears
Such is what I have tuned my eyes to
For the world has too much red
Awash
Clear visioned
My eyes, only to hurt
Each day now spent, hoping to end
Either me , or if wither the world
But neither does
And I am tugged
Only to be dragged on endlessly
Over and again
To see humans
Feel at home with hate.
