My life is bleached.
Like the sun that fills in the gaps of shadows.
Like the white that covers blood-lust red.
Bleached like a woman’s hair in the summer.
Or sheets that lie on top of a bed.
The overpowering sensation of helplessness
Grows strong underneath the bleach-stained sun
When all these days spent in California
Lead you to everything, leave you with none
And as the sun overexposes
In the warmth that blisters my skin
As the white creeps into my eyes
I cannot let reason in
I do not know which way to go
In this hollowed bleach-stained land.
For it’s summertime in California,
filled with color, never bland
But just as light is far from power
Still it is blinding in its path
perhaps by being blinded
All the answers come to pass
So dear, sweet radiant light
Bleach this soul until it is clean
And when the shadows deepen
Take your time to purify me
Oh dear bleached white light
Save me from my own mistakes
And in these trials and failures
Allow another part of me to wake.
For my life is bleached
With the radiant light from above.
Come make my life the purest white
And smother me in love.