Gray squares and Circles

Fake your squares and your circles,
Hazy the grayish read and blue,
Cry for the souls of your dark monsters,
Crush the memory of your hidden truth.

You withered your bones,
Your teeth decayed in summer sublime,
Heaven was your life loans,
your hell, gray in sunshine deep.

And you asked for a heart,
Blood pumped and veins explode,
To overcome your empty art,
Paint the brushes with your dark soul.

And breathe heavily tonight,
And take one inhale, one at a rhyme,
For breathing is a precious delight,
One exhale could be your last time.