I take your whites,

mix them with my pitch blacks,

to appear grey.

sometimes,

i steal a little of your glitter,

drink it up with my breakfast.

creating an illusion.

delusions.

hypnotic traces.

of false promises.

mirages in the desert of life.

trade my evils and;

draw them with your pastels.

seeking shelter under a disguise,

camoflauging in your virtue,

i veil all my vices.

like a sinister devil.

finding rescue in a refugees' home.

coward.

wounded and bruised,

on the joints.

I chance upon your love.

your Grace.

my saving grace.

in acute warm embraces.

that comfort and secure.

i want to lose my blacks.

be pure, like you.

untouched.

virgin.

and white.

make me a better me, tonight.

as I look for some solace.

you are my favourite lyric,

that I listen to,

when the world loses its melody.

my dear jabberjay,

singing our song.

bringing me back.

from the Tartarus of lost hopes.