Monochrome Hurt 

Everywhere I see people being hung up so very high.

Not by rope but a monochrome puppeteer.

Pills litter the floors, of many colors, of many shapes.

If I scream will anyone hear?

As I run run run. 

My pain disappears.

The pills they scatter everywhere.

For everyone I'm scared.

To fall fall fall.

Off such a short trip.

Colors melt off to monochrome.

These people never stood a chance.

Gravity is a hangover.

After you fall fall fall.

The numbing is gone.

Monochrome melts back to color.

I can feel.

I am scared.

The colors are back.

And monochrome hurts.