“You bled red
So why in a matter of speaking
Am I dead?”
Why do I have to be one
Why can’t I be all
Pink and back
Yellow and grey.
I hate red yet it’s all over me
I’ve tried so hard but I can’t scrub it off
So why even try and identify
In this fragile life
Where we are all gonna die
Maybe even without saying goodbye
Should I tear my eyes somehow
Before I see too much
I am just trying to save myself
From my sorrow
Everything I see, all colours
Return to you somehow
Bombdigitty 