A world without color is one most people cannot see.
It is hidden beneath dreams of us and wishes of maybe.  
It is one that accompanies those wish it away.
And hangs over the shoulders that wish it would stay.  
Color hangs on the roots of hair,  
clouding minds that were once fair.  

Swirling red in a pool.
Heart pumping here  
and stopping there.
Eyes with veins screaming, seeing, needing.
Lines on wrists bleeding, breathing, fleeing.  
Birth bringing banes of bloods being.  
Red runs away in retreat.  

Orange hearts fade in time.
Instinct to thought the brain no longer chimes.
Orange soon obsolete.

Yellow girls and boys
Trying to fix broken toys  
That reside in brains.
Chug chug my train.
Yellow never did compete.


Green grass grows in gardens
And as far as we have known.
Trusting the Earth to give what it has shown.
Has come easily.
Yet flowers watch in spite  
as green grass doesn't give up a fight.
Once pressed down by the cause of man  
Green will rise again.
Green stems cut and killed.
Flowers have never been thrilled.
Green causes conceit.  


There are those that argue of the colors above.  
Some say all exists in this show of lights
But if blue knew
it would scream
The sky is mine.
The clouds are granted access when I please
All other colors visit me
For we are one.
If only blue knew, everything would be concrete


They flaunted their royalty
Wearing a superfluity of luxury  
They denied their disloyalty
Ignoring the fact that responsibility was told
but not heard.
Cruelty will exist in purple.
Yet it will be hidden
Hidden in mystery of being last.
Contorted to the future and past,
When did purple beat?

A world without color is one most people cannot see.
Still, it manages to be one we believe.