the colour of a fool

I am silver and light, tonight: diaphonous pearl. A cocked memory and a teasing spark in my eye.. The one that smirks as it pulls the trigger. And pow you're submersed. Thick and deep. Bubbles everywhere. You're covered and smothered. Confused and all at once willfully and fitfully lost. In that breath. That reality. That silver and light, which bleeds your truth like the traitorous fool it is. Happiness. Happiness is your guise, your saviour, your belief. Yet your eyelashes are stitched together, painted to the floor with grief. I am silver and light, tonight. I have no answer to this story.