Here, the brighter the light,
the chillier it feels,
a swarm of purposeless colors
impregnating the pale listless faces.

We all look wise
in a morose way,
cheeks like pink slopes of pain,
mouths, a hole in the green
slowly opening,

Smoke hangs blue in the room.
Hair threads together into ropes of blood.
Eyes are done staring
at the dancing skeletons.
A speck in the mind
takes over for a while.