The madness of the colour
It sucks you right in,
The light and the darkness
The silence, the din.
The beauty of the fantastic,
It sucks you right in.
The horizon of its untruth,
Its many layered skin.
The perfection of its people,
It sucks you right in.
Their black and white souls,
The greyness on the fringe.
Their beautiful words,
They suck you right in
The poetic conversation,
Like words you can sing.
Their pain so unreal,
It sucks you right in
Because you hurt with it,
Its truth, like bitter gin.
The loves they all lose and gain and kill,
They suck you right in,
The sinning, the mocking, the humour,
The deadly lies they spin.
The lives, never lived, but temporarily played.
They suck you right in.
The sun as it rises, making an hour a day.
They always let you win.
The escapist, the philosopher,
From beneath their very skin,
The realist, the scientist,
It sucks us all right in.
