Hello, it is I. My first sadstuck poem, yay! Please reveiw to tell me what you think.
Colored blood paints walls of grey
Brown and green are there to stay
With red and blue the walls are stained
While I sit here, sad and pained
What good is it for me to cry
When pink and purple flashes by
The colors all drip from my hands
While no one all but me still stands
While yellow runs down walls once grey
While olive colors will no more play
While voices ring inside my head
They stay there, taunting me in bed
What have I done; now tears of mine
Drip down a face of hardened crime
I heard the sounds still in my head
Of love and friendship all now dead
The cries of pain still echo here
I feel them all still so near
And while they are so far away
Their blood is always here to stay