God is Dead

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This is very interesting! The mention of a pen makes it seem initially like a description of the act of writing, expressed abstractly and confusingly, but after a few readthroughs I feel like the blue pen may be a symbol or synonym or something of the sort for a drug of some kind.

I'm not entirely sure what the core observation of the poem is. Is it that there is "no white without red"? I interpret that to mean no love without something red, maybe blood as a code for pain: no love without pain. That feels disconnected from the rest of the poem.

Is it a philosiphical musing? A description of a trip? A description of writer's block? I'm not sure.

Maybe you want me to be unsure, in which case, well done.