i came home from the tattoo parlor
black as the ace of spades on my arm
i see my mother sitting in front of the t.v
green as grass on her jeans from the farm

i go to the shower and look at the towels
white as lightning clean as hell
start to scrub and look at my hands
red as blood is the shower gell

i glance at the line of shampoo's
a rainbow blurs in my eye
then i look in the mirror
and i start to cry

everything is brighter then me
so much coulor surrounds my face
i put on my dressing gown
wipe my eyes and touch the lace

so soft and sweet but the calmest shade of blue
so much is different then when i was with you
so much colour was in me then
but you took my crayon colours when you went from boy to men.

i lay on my black satin sheets
grab my blade from black and blue draws
write the red blood writtings
then look at my black walls

so much colour.. everyday.. i'm so pale.. in every way..


 

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