61 - Colors

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Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so. You said your mother only smiled on her TV show. You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope. I hope you make it to the day you're 28 years old. You're dripping like a saturated sunrise. You're spilling like an overflowing sink. You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece. Now you're tearing through the pages and the ink.

Everything is blue: his pills, his hands, and his jeans. Now I'm covered in the colours, pulled apart at the seams. It's blue. It's blue. Everything is grey: his hair, his smoke, his dreams. Now he's so devoid of colours. He doesn't know what it means. He's blue. It's blue.

You were a vision in the morning when the light came through. I know I've only felt religion when I've lied with you. You said you'll never be forgiven until your boys are 2. I'm still waking every morning but it's not with you. You're dripping like a saturated sunrise. You're spilling like an overflowing sink. You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece. Now you're tearing through the pages and the ink.

Everything is blue: his pills, his hands, and his jeans. Now I'm covered in the colours, pulled apart at the seams. It's blue. Everything is grey: his hair, his smoke, his dreams. Now he's so devoid of colours. He doesn't know what it means. He's blue. He's blue.

уσυ ωєяє яє∂, αη∂ уσυ ℓιкє∂ мє вє¢αυѕє ι ωαѕ вℓυє. уσυ тσυ¢нє∂ мє αη∂ ѕυ∂∂єηℓу ι ωαѕ α ℓιℓα¢ ѕку αη∂ уσυ ∂є¢ι∂є∂ ρυяρℓє נυѕт ωαѕη'т ƒσя уσυ. αят ιѕ ησт ωнαт ι ¢яєαтє. ωнαт ι ¢яєαтє ιѕ ¢нασѕ.

Everything is blue: his pills, his hands, and his jeans. Now I'm covered in the colours, pulled apart at the seams. It's blue. It's blue. Everything is grey: his hair, his smoke, his dreams. Now he's so devoid of colours. He doesn't know what it means. He's blue. He's blue.





//this is a mix of the regular and stripped version. You can see it in the bridge when it says "Art is not what I create. What I create is chaos." <--- that's the stripped version lmao.

//word count: 377 words.

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