Poem171 Untitled

I wrote this on 1/2/05 on the back of a bank receipt. It doesn't seem that good to me, but writing it made me feel a whole lot better.

The colors swirl
and I swirl with them
Floating through my mass delusion
My chest feels empty
I'm just a shell
a candy-coating over nothing
A chameleon blending in
with everything because
he isn't real.