My body is stained in blood
Down to the core,
As the poison leaks from my
Nervous System.
My wounded brain is bleeding.
Forming red rashes, red emotions,
And red torment.
All I see is red, and that’s because
it’s the only Way I’ll be able to
identify the pain.
As my lightskin receives damage,
It is covered in an array of colors.
The Scars are my tattoos.
As my broken mind tries to comprehend
What is happening my emotions
Turn to rage.
Emotions soaked in hatred from the depths of the black, memories bleached in white, only brung down from the oh so sorrowful blues.
I want to see the world in a vibrant green, or yellow, so that I can finally feel alive.
My base is red which leads to black, which leads to white memories, which leads to blue emotions, which then leads to a portrait of a tumultuous life.
My masterpiece will come after I cleanse my palette.