Negatives

The day starts bright
Full of sunlight
But the night’s dark
Ain’t yet gone
Like a film covering my eyes
Making everything I see
A negative
There’s lots of detail
Behind the shine
With the blink of my eyes
I only keep
The negatives in my mind
Processing them in the darkroom
Spilling my own blood
For the fucking infrared
Every now and then
Thinking about
The known and the dead
Always wondering
“Why is it always so dark and RED?”
And when I came out, I breathe
The light is what I see, clean
I shared these images endlessly
“Well, you know,
I’m just trying to be me”
The ones you called creepy
Now are the opposite
Just like back then
When I said RED
You’d see blood
But I meant a heart
Now you get to see the part
Where all you want now
Is my heart
But it’s full of negatives
Those dark and creepy things
You never liked
Which only when processed
Made you feel fine
I see it now, the one in you
And this time
There won’t be any shade of RED
Just the negatives, unprocessed.

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