What Color Am I?

Am I red?
From all the hatred and anger that controls me or am I red from the gun shot that forever stained my hands red?

Am I blue?
From the cold blood that radiates and races to my extremities or am I blue from all the love that I've held inside?

Am I purple?
Because with sadness comes anger, and anger brings regret, and regret brings sadness. A vicious cycle. Am I purple death brought the sadness that I refuse to let surface.

There's no way I'm white.
The innocence left at my first breath. Corrupt at birth, evil, a spawn to torment those that deserve death.

I guess that means I'm black.
I am walking death if my plan is to attack. This is a product of a world that shows no mercy. I am the shadow of death, the plague, a ticking time bomb that cursed humanity.

I am the color black.