Your love
Is drier than a desert
It isn't sweet without the "s"

My color is blue
Because color flew away
Like a passing wind that blew

My defense is

My life is black and white
Because my eyes go blank
When I lose sight of light in darkness

Often I remember

My right hand is bruised
Because I can't write the
Education that I have left

My left hand is bruised
Because I can't right
The wrongs that I've felt

In my life

I've felt sadness
Now she's left
She is quite sad and depressed

As I cry an epithet

I cut deeper into my veins
In vain
Painting it all red
And turning my skin into canvas
The deeper I go
The more I have to bleed
More blood will flow
As I bleed to uncertain death
She lives as a memory on my wrist