Die A Colorful Death

Red used to be your lips when I kissed them ardently.

Now red is drip drip drip your blood dripping onto the floor

through a gruesome slit on your wrist.

Blue used to be your eyes, smiling lively without a word.

Now blue is your face, cold and lifeless,

withered from being too long in the water.

Green was the grass on the field where we vowed over our love.

Now green is the sundress you choose to wear

as a costume for your final act.

Yellow was the daffodils you loved so much.

Now yellow is the light bulb flickering sadly,

a poor lightning for a pathetic stage.

Purple was the amethyst symbolizing your birthstone.

Now purple is your nails, rotten and shriveled,

no longer bear the pride of being regularly manicured.

Brown used to be your coffee, with too much creamer and milk.

Now brown is the soil they dig for your grave,

where you will rest eternally, lonely and cold in the darkness.

Black was your hair, framing your lovely face perfectly.

Now black is the hole in my chest, that gets bigger everyday,

fed by my pain, guilt, and regret.

written by: -dy-

21/08/2010

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