With The Flow

The color of death

Red for the blood that seeps the ground

Red in the veins that flows around

Blue for the lips that once curved up

Empty veins all rid of blood

Yellow for the life that has just gone by

Orange for the flames that burns the sight

Grey for the ash that once was skin

Black for the hollowness filled to the brim

Purple is the sky, that held the scene

Light Pink stripes, all blending in

Teal the ground that bore the weight

All blend to white, the true color of death

Numb to the core ,Neither love nor hate

Empty white was the true color of death

But the cycle that moves, round and strives
Turnes the white to another rainbow life