Color Blind

Heart became eyelid of an eye on its way to where I am,
where I am, half drowned in the sea
of blue rimmed spectacles and red interstate rings.
My organs torqued with green and brown cringe as they are tossed around,
around to the worlds tether ball that beats left then right then right some more.
I think I see the other colors like black and grey in my head,
but inside the colors are red,
red like the moon on a night uncanny and strange,
but blue moons never come any day.
My heart beats, but it doesn't live. I beat, but I don't live either.
My eyes see, but I am color blind in my head.