Red; the color that keeps your body alive
Giving you the ability to breathe my air
Invading my personal space with grotesque thoughts
And all the while, when all is said
A kiss from me, you shall not dread
With time standing still, all shall not be done
And these vile thoughts will end your frivolous pun
Black; the color of the throbbing heart
Tugging continuously at my off-beat drum
Sentiments give way to a lightless chamber full of secrets
Eternity may last but a single thought will not
At the end the heart does rot
For all the nights and moments turned to a dream
A world may reveal all, including thou scheme
Gold; the color of divinity at its best
Where light and dark shall crash together
An ego may grow but only if one does not know
You call me a sanctuary from the cruelty of the world
The journal beneath your bed with a dizzy swirl
Perhaps I am to one, a sanctuary and journal
Yet these grotesque thoughts are external
White; the color one fears most, blindest to all
And when all is said and done; when time continues once more,
Life itself will repeat, whilst thou still tries to comprehend the past
