Long ago
the story began
One ***** in a vein
spun out rhymes
Of the insane

A sweet girl gone
She will not go far
The tip of a needle
Will curse who you are

His hands choked her blue
Voices drove him mad
The addiction won
He lost all he had

Behind bars
he waits for letters
His poems got a few 
So many unsent
Now no place to go
Letters lacking a recipent

She wanted it to pass by quick
The time without him
The last letter she stamped and addressed
She wonders if he got it
Or did her words shatter his reason to live
Is it why his neck was slit

She wants to know if he opened it before committing to suicide

Two blue roses on his grave
Nothing went right
No happily ever after
To end the night

Now which way to go? I sit and ponder
It no longer matters
After all, I'm destined to forever wonder.


The needle left its curse, on and on she goes, reaching no farther than her toes.

Before you play with fire think twice.
Suga how you get so fly?

Sweet talking lady so far from typical, would u please give me your time?

Life's sweet seconds pass on by
Times like these it's alright
Rescue me or move on
This is Blue

Do you think you're going to escape
Punishment for taking Innocence
Into evil?

You are a colossal fool
If you think you are!

In my daylight
you are the sun-sparkle
on the waters of my soul,
and the most brilliant star
in my mind's night sky.

You begin and end my day
with joy

blue
my favourite colour is the shade of:
    -happy skies
    -wonderous seas
    -hyperthemic lips
    -and the depthless
     deepening void of
     disgusting sadness

yellow
colour of my childhood bedroom,
you bright insipid lying shade of
promise
i can remember the image of you,
the way you looked in different lights
but i can't remember the
happy feeling of living under you

red
the colour of
-my stomping boots and
-the blood outside the veins
isn't it odd how it bubbles along the lines
strong colour
i feel you match my blue

orange
bitty juice
and sticky tables
and an empty plastic cup
peeling and peeling and hoping
what is inside won't be bitter
orangensaft
(you make me think of swimming pools)
(you make me think of being sick)

purple
nightingale poison
stained mouth
is it a plague or is it grape juice?
is it pain or is it pleasure?
purple, you sound as if you should be luxurious
but there's something cunning
and deceptive in your swirls

green
the colour of an island
-beneath a grey sky
-a patchwork of green scraps
-rugged and wrinkled

How could it be so possible?
That we realize ******* ironies in this world
Just like how love could keep us together
But too much of it could actually destroy
How could it be so possible?
I could ******* offer every skin of myself
But it still wouldn’t be enough
But I will stand here and stay
How could it be so possible?
I will still love you
Even if it will hurt
And hurt even more
Just like how
It hurt me before