The colour of my eyes completely burnt,
It’s nothing I’ve been smoking- no you weren’t
I know because you’re weak
And he adds another streak
One of those colourful lines across your back
The umpteenth whack,
I no longer keep track
For the pain isn’t physical
My motives aren’t biblical
I know I am despicable
My story, oh so typical
A screech, loud enough to make ears bleed
It makes fluids trickle down,
From blood to tears and both mislead
As they quickly merge,
Combining their strength of hurting
On the verge of a surge
Of energy, shooting through my body
This heap of bones and coloured flesh
Because that’s all I am
This is just an exam
The hardest one ever, though
Wait, this one I know!
I grab my pen and start writing
The ink isn’t blue, maybe it’s the lighting
It may sting but I’m getting the answer down
As I wince in pain the examiner greets me,
with a frown
This examiner is the toughest,
He is the roughest
No empathy
He exists because of an imbalance,
We’re diving into the chemistry
Not drowning for once as this we get,
Yet I sweat as this man is still a threat
He’s been waiting for me for a long time
I bet.
The eyes behind mine
Those evil-coloured ones,
They feel like dying
But those are only his
And I don’t plan on doing what he says
For I’m the real one,
Purposely look right at the sun
That coloured fiery ball of flames,
“Oh you’ll pay for that” He claims
Now my mind lacks colour,
Now there’s nothing to discover
No place to go, no place to be
Different shades, they hold the key
Key to my heart, key to my understanding
As to why my mind is so demanding
All is shadow but there’s no shade
You’d need the light for that
I reach for the blade
At least it’ll bring back some colour
Who knows what I’ll discover
We’ll walk around in this world together
Covered in blood
I’m completely shaking and I hear you say
“We’ll be alright, bud.”
It somehow comforts me, my only friend
He really cares, yet together we descend
Down this palette of colours
The last one I get stuck in
The ****** blood-coloured red
The only real colour in my head
A feeling of dread,
Just let me lay in bed until I’m dead
The colour trickles down my temple as I utter
“It was worth it.”
Now let me rest,
Put me five feet under
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
The colour of my eyes completely burnt,
It’s nothing I’ve been smoking- no you weren’t
I know because you’re weak
And he adds another streak
One of those colourful lines across your back
The umpteenth whack,
I no longer keep track
For the pain isn’t physical
My motives aren’t biblical
I know I am despicable
My story, oh so typical
A screech, loud enough to make ears bleed
It makes fluids trickle down,
From blood to tears and both mislead
As they quickly merge,
Combining their strength of hurting
On the verge of a surge
Of energy, shooting through my body
This heap of bones and coloured flesh
Because that’s all I am
This is just an exam
The hardest one ever, though
Wait, this one I know!
I grab my pen and start writing
The ink isn’t blue, maybe it’s the lighting
It may sting but I’m getting the answer down
As I wince in pain the examiner greets me,
with a frown
This examiner is the toughest,
He is the roughest
No empathy
He exists because of an imbalance,
We’re diving into the chemistry
Not drowning for once as this we get,
Yet I sweat as this man is still a threat
He’s been waiting for me for a long time
I bet.
The eyes behind mine
Those evil-coloured ones,
They feel like dying
But those are only his
And I don’t plan on doing what he says
For I’m the real one,
Purposely look right at the sun
That coloured fiery ball of flames,
“Oh you’ll pay for that” He claims
Now my mind lacks colour,
Now there’s nothing to discover
No place to go, no place to be
Different shades, they hold the key
Key to my heart, key to my understanding
As to why my mind is so demanding
All is shadow but there’s no shade
You’d need the light for that
I reach for the blade
At least it’ll bring back some colour
Who knows what I’ll discover
We’ll walk around in this world together
Covered in blood
I’m completely shaking and I hear you say
“We’ll be alright, bud.”
It somehow comforts me, my only friend
He really cares, yet together we descend
Down this palette of colours
The last one I get stuck in
The ****** blood-coloured red
The only real colour in my head
A feeling of dread,
Just let me lay in bed until I’m dead
The colour trickles down my temple as I utter
“It was worth it.”
Now let me rest,
Put me five feet under
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