Red for the blood,
Falling from my wrist.
Orange for the fire,
I burn in my skin.
Yellow for the light,
I will see very soon.
Green for the poison,
That will kill me too.
Blue for my veins,
That will break very soon.
Indigo for the sky,
I will be there too.
Purple for my face,
The colour it will turn.
Death is a rainbow,
And the prettiest one yet.
