Roses Are Red Violets Are BlueViolence is golden,
Blood has a red hue,
I pray that your god will soon kill off you.
I'm Feeling BlueI hear people say "I'm feeling blue" and I just can't understand for I have never felt that way.
I just can not grasp how you manage to feel blue.
Can you feel purple, orange, pink?
What about magenta, cyan, sienna?
Is life made of colors and are we rainbows in the sky?
Maybe life is the drug that we all use to get high.
Each of us a junkie, living out our addictions. Never forgetting that pills have a shelf life and every drug wears off.
One day everyone will find that even the brightest colors fade away, you stoned one too many times, and everything left will fade to gray.
Are we dreams in fairytales?
Are we grains of sand or smoke upon a breeze?
Is life is like an ocean and are we skiffs upon the sea?
Is there no lee side to this vessel?
Will we always be relentlessly battered by the winds until we start to leak? Til we take on salty cargo through the cracks with no tar to fill our seams. With no fisherman to patch us we know no one will even see.