Colored Rogue

Off its shadowy silhouette
Starkly outlined against crimson
Flailing to reach out to sublime gray
Pops up tiny indigo
Mingling pink, spread over burnt brown toast of yesterday morning.
Its stench green of rotten fungi
Pale with yawning yellow, weeping purple.
Stains of silver on shimmery scarlet
Turning into morbid mahogany....

Off all colored whims on weird white
Eyes wake up to the call of a harsh bellow.
New dreams keep senses shrouded,-
Bereft of the estranged reality-
Of shadowy silhouette,
Of crimson refuge,
Of sublime gray,
Of indigo dot,
Of smothering pink,
Of stench green,
Of yawning yellow,
Of choked purple,
Of silver streaks
On splendid scarlet....

It's Real dream, nothing but the morbid mahogany!