The Rainbow

You have claimed to see the rainbow,

While I see the gruesome sky.

You have claimed to feel better,

Even when the spark seems to linger.

But are you really well?

Or do your ruminations dwell?

Are you putting on a show,

To allow the rest of us blossoms to grow?

Or is it just I,

The dark and twisted sky?

Is the energy I feel,

A premonition of my next deal?

Am I looking into a mirror?

Are you the reflection of me?

I am the dark and twisted sky,

Where the rainbow may never shine.