Red blue gray

saeed

this room has only three colors 
red blue gray
this blade only cuts three things
wrist eyes soul

the angel is knocking herself to the window
her wings left gray shades 
she is laughing

i flow the first river 
my memory is still hanging

i open the second door of hell
the glass is cracking
not yet she cant get through

moon is shining blue and gray
like her eyes 
i slit my eyes
i cant watch those color anymore


i cut faster and faster

the angel breaks in 
the glass of my soul is scattered 

we become one

hell is now mine