Blue can mean a lot to many people, for some it represents sadness or rain, others it means calmness like the ocean. My blue Represents the hottest fires imaginable. They fuel me.
Don't dull my blue with your petty idealism.
Your red strikes fear, rage and anger into the hearts of your enemies, but sometimes sparks into their eyes and souls; Romance. My red can change from the sweetness of strawberries, to the blood that pumps under my skin. My red keeps me alive.
I don't take the red from others. Neither should You.
Black can represent anything. Your soul, your mindset, your skin, your emotional state. It represents my burnt skin, after the blue has ripped away my colour, until the red has drained away. All thats left is my charcoal.
No one likes being all used up.

The pain comes in times where i need it most.
But the rest of the time i'm numb, just thinking of ways to get the lost feelings back.
What if my fate is to drag around a lifeless body just searching for someone who understands me?
Well in this life there's no way to tell.
They say everything happens for a reason.
But could there ever be a reason to be stripped of everything that you are?
Is there meaning in taking someone's life from their grasp without giving it a second thought?
Well i guess some minds could justify what others would call cruel, or worse.
But until my time truly comes, i'll keep trying to be me.
Hoping i don't lose anymore feeling, as the rest of my life gets taken and locked away from out of my reach.

drinking all night,
watching a soulless reptile
talk about his company
and trying to sell a sea of nerds
overpriced videogames
drinking all night on some ***** LA heat

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you just showed up
unexpected,
just like the snow
started falling this morning
maybe with a tiny bit of
fear mixed emotions
but still with
that magical
thing you have
all over you.
that magical  
thing that makes
my heart beat
as fast as
hundreds of horse feet
on the race track,
and my hands
shake like
trembling leaves
having not the tiniest
chance, to stick to the tree
on a stormy day.

but,
just like the snow,
always
somehow, some day
melting
you
just
disappeared.

and wishing for
you to forever stay
is like
wishing
for snow
never melting.