Point of Reference

Dark vacuum of space

Erase airs taste

Smile with emerald gold

Radiation covering it like mold

Enamels got a freaky glow

Galaxy going to put on a show

It'll light the way

I have not a say

Pulling me toward a directionless abyss

Like having fallen from realities precipice

Purple blue yellow orange and whites

Bursting lights Rip through my eyes

In the color flies

Streaming to the gray

Opening my mind to another way