Sky blue. Is a constant hue. As constant as me, as brutal as you. The both of us, us two. Rememberance of all we do. Deep red. Is easily bled. As static as radio and so easily dead. The pain, the pain in your head. Reminds me of skin I've shed. The painters, their pallets. Adorned all in vain. With masterful strokes. All blurred from the pain. Unable to cry. Stuck in a lie. Whoever thought the worst fate is death you never die?