The black won't match the blue.
left with no choice, save to
stain the bodies bright with red
tireless workers build walls up
around a heartless, long since worn out city
that's fitted with a single
lonely, depressing, one-way door
leading out but never back in
limbs, they pile, walls they surround
gray--not black
now mars the blue
covered still with red inside
red down deep, seeps into the soul