And now for a moment of wisdom

Salvation.

Kissing my bloody fingertips;

To contract the pain upon your lips;

Sucking away my pessimism;

To lock it away in your private glass prison. 

I consider the prices I've got to pay;

But you hush my thoughts; tell them to go away. 

You fill black and white with shades of gray. 

Condemning the rainbow in a purply haze.