I'm Blue

Poem 2 of 3 written at Apogeae

I'm Blue, one shrew with the ability to

Misconstrew with a menacing coo

But why be blue when I can be RED

You thought my distraught stew pot would be

GREEN, but christmas is Dead, but only

Pitch black silence with defiance and witchcraft

Can make me appreciate your place 

In my ever-changing mental state, a vessel to a castle

Nestled in orange and yellow

Because black makes rainbows seem more 

FLAVORFUL, full of something I can't not 

Savor, Death's breath is like a sabre

Slicing the layers from my pear

Showing me that life's fair, we just prefer the

Bass instead of the dead snare, instead of

The dead stare in your eyes

A soul lost in my cries, lost in my liquid

Emissions of friction and emotion

Thank you, you're a w***e, for sure

But closed doors are now OPEN