Silver Tongue, White Devil

Poem for the Second Listen

Synesthesia
Listening to the rainbow
Book ends Black and White
The wrong feeling fills my mouth
Every time the spectrum spurs forth
The taste on my tongue is two tunes off

Maybe colors don’t taste how they sound
Maybe my buds are backwards (ear or taste)
Maybe it’s been too long
Maybe synesthesia is a load of shit

Yellow is the hardest to swallow
Black is hard and fast and full
White isn’t
White isn’t soft or slow or empty though
Yellow is the hardest to swallow

Green is full of life
In that it’s uncertain
In that it’s terrified
Green is full of life in that it’s terrified of death
Terror and women
Terror and women and confliction

Blue isn’t blue
It’s not sad
it’s not melancholy
It’s relaxed, laid back
Blue is slothful
Blue is familiar
Blue is becoming

Indigo marches
Violet misses
Yellow is the hardest to swallow 

Yellow is too sweet
White isn’t
White isn’t sour either 

Red feels like red
It doesn’t burn
But it feels like red
It tastes of betrayal
It smells like a lack of remorse
But it doesn’t burn
The flame is gone, the fire remains
But it doesn’t burn

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Got my hands on The Color Spectrum by The Dear Hunter. The album is absolutely fantastic. This poem was written during the 2nd-3rd listen through of the album. Though the first listen I was intoxicated, and I have yet to memorize and analyze lyrics for any of the songs as I decided to try to write this poem and was a bit distracted. Thus my opinions and feelings towards songs are sure to change as I listen to them more and more

Long Story Short (The old TL;DNR): Get The Color Spectrum by The Dear Hunter and all of their other albums (Acts 1-3)