Deep dark red
Thick flowing blood
Silver creates a red flood
Which later turns to white
Black are the minds
Grey are the clouds
White the faces
No words from the mouths
Of the ones
That created
Sharp edged lines
Permanent marks
Dark are the brains
With temporary thoughts
An arm, a leg, foot, wrist, thigh
An urge comes in, out goes a sigh
‘Cause they’re sick of lying
Tired of trying to pretend
They’re alright
Hidden memories
Making a mess
Less energy, more fear
Please don’t start with it, my dear