And inconvenience turns to
sunny days gone viral, as soon
as the black wave dodges everyone
but me, and I'm a bit like Harold
with his purple crayon, drawing
a life to escape the night, he always
made it back though, I don't know
if I will, I want to die, red, red, red
is my purple veins popping in the
night, the blue bursting out of my
skull, the black bleeding in my
heart infecting my organs I am,

but am I?