Colored With Madness

Colored in madness
I start to type.
I tell a story for the broken to hear
 though all may listen if open to fear.
 We write,
 We type,
 We dance and We sing.
 We live in creation and all the madness it brings.
 When you live with the will to fight
 and do as you please,
the war drags you in
for both the wrong and the right.
 You must keep your will
 before you’re dragged to your knees.
Colored in madness
I lay down the messages and lectures left in my head.
 the the words rage on even when the logic drowns away.
 deeper meanings and lost lessons
sewn into time itself with the voice in my head,
 and it’s these voices
 these lessons
that are left to stay.
 when you’re colored in madness
let the words paint your story
 as they make your colors shine through.
 green of envy rolls in your eyes,
yellows joy plays childishly on your lips
 as a shadow hovers
 along your every feature in a sorrowful black.
 your skin glows and blends
 plum and rose hues of anger and fear
 balanced by grace dancing rays
 of white and peach through your hair and face.
 Excitement screams through you
with streaks of wild blue
 in your eyes
 on your arms
 and across your chest.
The colors of madness
 leave you with a relieved blush of pink
 along your shadows and highlights
 with gentle care.