Colour me in with crayon or pencil
grey shades on white outside the lines
verisimilitude of true essence
give me cinereal skin and ashen eyes
accord me dusty lips of somber slate
furnish me the form of the threadbare
and stringless marionette
cast before the sightless stare
of a long forgotten god
Colour me the hues of ancient desert tombs
arid dust of ages in dark hidden places
the funeral rites of the living therein
the tattered shrouds sheened with grime
Colour me with a pencil gripped like a dagger
and in great gouges tear through my sere skin
then done in rage or anguish
crumple me to the waiting floor

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