Of Some Ill Repute

Color me with colours, but not too superficial.
May the most shallow part of me only be my grave.
Torrential blackness deepens, my sunsets differential.
It defines our standard and tides cease their wave.

The shades of sentiment that I reject.
Outlines of animosity stain canvas with premeditation.
Make a desert of my mind, understand but not accept.
Outshine the resentments born from expectation.

Could you paint me with a letter, me inscribed.
Spell out my name that can't be learned but still known.
Not scarlet, slightly sapphired, and then I'm denied.
I hope you see one day,
The sun hast not before so brightly shone.

I obviously don't know what the fuck I'm talking about.
I just wish I could find my way out...

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