Colors

Fri, 01/27/2017 - 22:50 -- RISE

i feel like a red hot fireball of fury

with a heart of black

no one ever will get near me

its misery

 

blue is the color of my soul

i hate myself 

I'm never seeing glasses as half full

my life is dull

 

i don't even want this anymore

i don't wanna live

my body soon will hit the floor

i will soar

 

Blissfully sleeping on forever

breaking free from everything

all feelings i will sever

I'll end this thing

 

all my colors fading off to white

never red and blue and black

I'm one the devil will invite

so dress in black

 

This poem is about: 
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