Colbolt in green and rendered to red

[selfdenigration]

Colbolt in green and rendered to red

slick little devils
crawl at my feet
and take me away
to the far away sea
and great me the moon
to kill my heart clean.
your tumor is rotting
away at my soul
and I see myself boring
deeper down this dark hole.
For what I am searching
I haven't a clue
but I know that it isn't
what I wanted from you.
What I'm finding is fleeting
what I'm wanting is scarce
and I'm learning to deal
with this sad potters hands
as they scrape up my body
with their fingers of twine
and I know that I'm dying now
from the inside.