Pink Powder

Pink...
Hmm, not at this hour.
Flower power?
Ohh bother, pink powder!

With regards so dust like, mysteriously falling between fingers.
Such an appealing color, I can only watch as the feelings part.
Reminding me of chalky crushed-up valentine hearts,
inhale the colored love.
-Sniffle- So sweet, making your mind...so light,
as it continues burning a hole in your head.
Numbing, tingling, yet still not dead.
In a haze or a daze, you might say.

Just another way to brighten your day.
It doesn't really kick reality, but it does kill the apathy.
When passion lacks both rhyme and reason to be,
The brightened are all dead, destroyed by the brain contusions.