Yellow Plastic

I despise the black hole of agony.
I despise the gray face of denial.
I despise the brown filth of suffering.
I despise the crimson sharpness of pain.

I adore the white light of joy.
I adore the red affection of hope.
I adore the green edge of truth.
I adore the blue depth of faith.

How can I be lost in a pit of darkness as long as
I can reach out towards the beautiful light?

What fruit had ye then in those things whereof ye are not ashamed?
for the end of those things is death.