"Black rose, black rose,
I'd never thought to face my foes,
Or regret the path I chose.
Red rain, red rain,
Will you pour to ease my pain,
Wash my soul but leave a stain?
Blue tears, blue tears,
Can't you just erase my fears,
Replace them as the sky clears?
Gray light, gray light,
If I am to be kept away from your sight,
At least help me see what's right."
-a poem by me, titled: Bruise