They say every colour makes water turn black.
Each dip into the pool
Colours dance all haught and bright,
Dyes swirling and vivid in the dreary light.
But water is vital
To keep you sane.
It washes the blood from your hands
And the worries from your brain.
Drifting through life,
Drinking in vain;
The dead have been here
And we’re swimming in our pain.
That’s why the ocean is black and blue,
Deep, dark and twisted;
A morbid bed of dwelling scar residue
From the collective souls’ time spent tormented;
Lifetimes waiting in guilty repent
Battered and bruised for our own fulfillment.
They seep into you now
As you immerse,
You can’t escape the fatal curse.
Gently now into the murky abyss,
When you flaunt open sores
It’s only death you’ll kiss.
Don’t cry out,
It’ll only get worse.
For each time you thirst
For an iced revenge from a vendetta at hand,
Red is a colour we do not wholly understand.
They say every colour makes water turn black;
When you kill a man in cold blood,
There’s no going back.