black. colors. solar.

i'm starting to understand that there is no co-pilot,
that working for days in a row makes me depressed.
the only solar color i see is black and
that it is.
the smile on your face was never so genuine.
i've hidden my hands in the first attempt,
your round collar is futile
and i've never seen you weep.
the ugly choke, the pretty blood
the veins i swallowed.
all meant nothing to me.
(once)