Blue
Blue never really was my color
Beyond that door lay thoughts of hate
And no one knew her saddening fate.
To turn the key and force it open. Spilled out deep secrets of the past.
And now she wonders, why so fast?
They pour upon her willing and true
And as she suffocates her face turns blue
A shade that compliments her eyes that roll back madly to the night
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