Dye Poem by Chosen Reject

hands tremble, eyes dilate
reminiscent of the similar days
omniscient about nothing, nays
leaving on a jet plane

shedding pearls of agony
glanced emptily to zilch awaits me
hoping frantically for more colors
think i should resort to dyeing

it never said it's a forever kinda thing
a favour that one could never refuse
a saviour in mind it compensates
a fable that never came true
only hope for more colors to come
think i should resort to dyeing