Madness Blooming

I don't think you suffer
From the realization of
Bright colors burning
Black memories churning
And floating down past the graves
I can't find the right colors
Built upon a galaxy map
Of this earth strewn wide
Carved in the images of spirits
I haven't felt in eons
I think at one point
It was possible
To kiss God
Lay back in the arms of the unknown
Spread outwards and
Bubble over into
The blooming madness of these
Cold nights
Feeling the colors of a world
Run through the chaos
Trapped beneath my hands
Pen poised to paper
As I try to spell out
A sensation I can
Almost touch
Taste
See
Be buried alive within
It all