one boring blue boy,
two hearts,
blue hair,
blue floor,
blue sky,
blue face.
a tunnel of purple and blue,
he crawled through,
another world he was transported to,
other life,
come and go as you please.
the boring blue boy,
with a boring blue life,
had a vibrant red home,
with vibrant red walls,
and vibrant red floors.
he's alive,
he's alive,
he's barely alive.
the other one,
the other mother,
just so happens to slowly,
very slowly suck the life out of him.
sometimes i wish i was her,
the other mother,
to inflict pain on you,
as you did me.
