Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
They hold no colour to me,
But must to you.
I see no colour,
No colour at all,
For I've seen to much of that beautiful colour,
To tell the difference between them, call,
Between colours,
And the beautiful,
Crimson red,
Of my victims blood.
I see no colour,
Because I've lost interest,
I see no colour,
Because I've lost sanity,
I see no colour,
Because I cherish one,
And I see no colour,
Because I drain the colour,
The life,
The reason,
In the world.
I want to bleed,
To see my own colour,
But I can't help it,
I must see others colours,
Even though their all the same,
So,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Will you bleed for me,
If I do it to?
YOU ARE READING
Venting Poems
PoetryNote: I WROTE THESE WHEN I WAS MAD/DEPRESSED/CONFUSED!! THERE IS HARSH AND VERY BAD LANGUAGE!! THESE PROBABLY FAIL VERY HARD!! DO NOT JUDGE OR I WILL TAKE YOUR SOUL WITH MY SHINIGAMI EYES!! \ D / D
