I am blue.
Whenever I am shoved down your throat
You freeze like a lake during Alaskan winters.
They say you need me, do not resist;
Supposedly I am good for you.
I think they're wrong.
How can I be good if I turn you to stone?
You're face so calm, not even a twitch,
You're body a captured picture.
I see inside you as I spread my touch
like darkness taking over light at dusk.
They can't see inside your mind.
You're body blue with tranquility,
You're mind a raging red,
The fire blazing through your forest mind.
I hear you screaming,
The voice echoes on your skull,
Unheard within your prison walls.
