My blood bleeds red, red like my anger, and my face is red when my blood boils, but often times that red anger leads to blue sadness, blue sadness that turns days into bleary dark murkiness shades of black an grey an abysmal yellows that sicken the eyes.
Then we have the green, green like the night that lacks color the street with only a small light, everything bathed in a murky green with shadows that remain unseen, the dangers of life not yet known, the dangers of becoming green with envy of others, being consumed with things that are not yours whether it be material or your status in life.
Try not to be concerned with things you can't control, like the variables of life that can't be predicted, do not be consumed in the red anger because it leads to the blue sadness.
Hazy days and dark lonely nights will consume your happiness, an eater of color till everything is all black, a empty hole, no color equals no emotion at all, just depression, not caring about tomorrow or if tomorrow comes.
Color is passion just be weary of what passion you exude and which one you allow to surface, an how you treat your loved ones, being alone is not what you want, right now I miss my favorite color brown the color of my beloved, who I have once again drove away with my red anger, so now I live in this sad blue, world, with the murky grays and the dark shadows, an it's mostly because of my green envy, and my jealousy my red anger.
So now I see the sickening yellow that burns the eyes, the murky green of envy that consumed me, and the black empty hole that is developing, there is hope I hope to save my color.
I must learn to control the redness in me, I must roll with the punch's, I must not be jealous or envious I try I really do, but it's hard when the one you love is such a rock star and your just in the shadow, and trying not to get in her way.
I try, I try, I try so hard to control my emotional colors.
