Purple, red, and blue are such lovely colors to you. So many beautiful things in the world are these breath taking colors. Purple, red, and blue can all be seen in the sky when the sun sets each day. Violets and plums are all a deep rich purple that is sweet upon the tongue. Roses and cranberries have a scent like no other and they are the best of the reds. Blue is all around you, its the oceans, the lakes, the ponds, the streams, and the rivers, its the sky above your head and it in your lover's eyes.
Purple, red, and blue really are the best colors out there. They could even be the best colors in the world. So beautiful, you think to yourself as you smile. Purple like the fresh bruises you leave around his neck as you choke the life from him. Red as the scratches down your arms from him trying to fight you off. And blue as the eyes that roll into the back of his skull.
Purple, red, and blue these colors in all their glory and their beauty don't even compare to how you feel in this moment, as you squeeze even tighter. Purple is no where near as pleasing to you as watching his fight fade away, his movements getting weaker. Red is ugly when compared to the thrill flowing though your veins, filling your green eyes with excitement. Blue is nothing to you now, just the color of his eyes, but those eyes were no longer looking at you...Arthur.
Purple, red, and blue just like the fire works flashing out side the hotel window, they light up the sky in celebration. It so happens to be the birthday of the man you're still choking, but you knew that already, you love him. That's right you love him, you squeeze tighter and let out a scream. But so much for your love, he left you anyways, he left and you were on your own. Some where along the lines your love turned to hate, at least you thought so, yet there are tears in your eyes.
Purple, red, and blue your name is Arthur and this is not what you wanted to happen. This was never your intention and you let out another screams as tears flow from your eyes, how did it come to this. You let him go and you cup his face whispering to him that you are sorry, but there is no reply, there will never to another reply, you will never look into those blue eyes again. You can't fix the purple on his neck from your hands, you can fix the blood shot eyes, and you can't fix the fact that this body will turn blue with death. You, Arthur, well you have just killed the man you have loved for so long. Purple, red, and blue no more birth days for Alfred Jones, and its all thanks to you. Well shit...this kinda got away from me...it was suppose to be fluff but then Touch by Lights Fade Low came on and well whenever I hear that song shit like this gets written. God, I'm such a bad American. Sorry people but I did not mean for it to come to this...I'm just gonna post this and hide forever. So umm please review