I see my pain in colors,
blue and grey and red.
They explode against the darkness,
that lurks inside my head.
An angry word appears as grey.
Loneliness is blue.
A broken heart is red; deep, dark, and true.
A color I had never seen,
and wish I never knew.
Once pain that color shows itself,
it never quite fades away,
behind it leaves a pinkish stain...
the price for love we pay.