Beautiful colour machine

Please don't be afraid.
I am afraid enough
for all of us.
I'm enough
for all of us.

little murmurs
that echo in the chest
[it gets heavier everyday]
this self-defense mechanism
turned on, like a box
inside
[it gets heavier everyday]
hardening this heart
into a statue
lodged like a bullet
in the chest
[it gets heavier everyday]

Bite down my darling.
Bite down hard
and swallow your tongue.
Cos' you're about to fall
through the ground.
Cos' your heart
is dragging all your organs down,
like a stone
cast to sea.

You tell me
all I need is a
beautiful colour machine.
I'm colour blind
and the jokes on
me.

The joke is
me
and I'm enough
for all of us.