on acid,
i dream
in neon lies and melting skies—
but you?
you reach inside the static,
pull those colors
from my hallucinations
and make them bleed
into the real.
on acid,
i dream of colors that don’t exist—
ultraviolet lullabies,
honeyed blue fire.
but then you touch me,
and suddenly
they’re everywhere.
on acid,
i see figures dancing—
and it haunts me.
they’re versions of us,
fractured,
laughing in loops,
never quite touching.
the dimensions bleed.
and so does my heart.
one more time—
on acid,
i see figures dancing in the dark—
ghosts with our faces,
flickering like film burn.
they are us.
echoes in a parallel,
stuck on repeat.
the dimensions blur,
and suddenly
so does my heart.
colors of delusion.
i see life in black and white,
the drugs? that’s when the colors spike.
my mind plays tricks on me out of spite.
i chase the thrill, ignore the fright—
each high’s a war, each comedown a fight.
memories flicker, then vanish from sight.
my shadow talks back in the dead of night,
says i’m wrong…
but i might be right.
i fear you can’t see the images in my head, let me explain it one more time for you guys
colors of delusion.
on acid, i dream
in neon lies and melting skies—
your name, a pulse behind my eyes.
you reach inside the static stream,
pull colors from my crooked dream,
and make them bleed into the real—
a world i taste, a world i feel.
on acid, i dream of hues unknown—
ultraviolet lullabies,
honeyed fire, technicolor tone.
you touch me once, and all explodes—
the gray dissolves, the black erodes.
your skin, a map i want to trace
through every warped and melting place.
colors of delusion.
on acid, i see dancers sway—
our ghosts in loops that won’t decay.
they mimic us, but something’s wrong—
the laugh too loud, the hold too long.
they never touch, just spin and glide
like time collapsed, like love had died.
dimensions leak, the air is tight,
my chest caves in beneath the light.
i see them bloom,
our echoes swirling through the room.
like film that burns and starts to peel,
they move too fast, they feel too real.
the sky folds in, the ground departs—
the world bleeds out,
and so does my heart.
the silence roars, i lose my grip,
my tongue gets caught behind my lip.
you say “come back”—i want to stay
where nothing’s real,
but that’s okay.
on acid, speech dissolves in smoke,
each sentence stutters, splits, and chokes.
i write it down—the ink runs red,
the paper hums with things i’ve said.
time bends like glass—then it breaks,
and every breath my body takes
feels like a poem, raw and cracked,
scribbled in a dream i can’t get back.
this is where it ends—or starts,
with shaking hands and stitched-up parts.
my pulse returns, my lungs recall
the world i left, the rise, the fall.
i see you now, through ash and sun—
not made of glitch, not on the run.
not warped by flame or colored haze—
just you,
the only thing that stays.
we gravitate toward shadows,
tones that hum beneath the light—
not darkness,
but the quiet just before it.
colors of delusion.
she lives in the hush between black and white,
where meaning seeps,
where things dissolve.
and still—
she teaches me to see.
you wear the grey like second skin—
but you were never colorless within.
you choose the quiet, the soft, the still—
but silence can speak,
and shadows can thrill.
you are smoke,
but you’re also spark.
you light up corners
i thought were dark.
you linger like dusk that won’t fade away,
and when you’re near,
even black turns gray.
the beautiful colors of delusion.
yellow—
like a summer day.
strong.
you feel its presence,
you feel the heat,
the glare,
the weight
of being wanted
somewhere.
red—
for the heart that bleeds when we start.
red—
for the passion,
the love,
the reason i never want to fall apart.
in green,
we grow.
we love.
we show.
we fly, not fall—
and when the world ends,
i can say
i had it all.
never blue.
never misguided in tone—
you represent grey,
like light don’t shine in haze.
but it do.
you prove it does.
on acid,
i see nobody but you.
i see colors
that don’t exist.
and the color pink
reminds me of your lips.
i see color in shifts—
and when we’re apart,
the delusion still persists.
i’m teary-eyed,
i must admit.
these colors of delusion.
on acid,
i find out if it’s a curse
or a gift—
a wish,
a need.
my heart so cold…
you provide the warmth
it needs to bleed.
just you and me.
no need for a pill or a tab.
the only drug i need
is you—
and god,
i’m glad.
the only high i desire.
i see the colors
in the fire.
see colors in the rain,
and somehow
my feelings maintain.
on acid—
but it’s you
that runs through my veins.
colors of delusion.
subtle hues of her and tones of me collide where the drugs reside—
the high unveils both truth and lie, and I bask in the color of her presence.
we stain the quiet room a watercolor, smeared and wide.
she paints in grey, I bleed in black, still tethered to the other side.