RED
     to the touch, his skin is cold, ice of bluebird song;
     johnny doesn't understand why his brother's in the
     casket, all he did was love; through the black of
     night darkness crushes his veins, weighing down on
     the angel, fallen long before his time: brother, brother
     if you can hear me. . .i don't hate you for it; after
     ten years the gift was finally given
     a c c e p t a n c e of a s i b i l i n g
let's spend the dawn in tears

ORANGE
     blood flows from abandoned corners of geography, born
     from the knifes in every joint; color drains from every
     pore and every eyelash and every spare trace of skin
     left open, vulnerable; susie didn't know her big sister
     'went both ways', but when susie knew it was why she
     lost the only family in her whole world, she didn't care:
     i'm sorry you couldn't trust me to know, but if you had
     i'd have l o v e d you all the s a m e
let's spend forever in darkened skies

YELLOW
     :what's wrong with you?: :you must just be too ugly to get
     any: words that stab and hurt and break, heartless
     bastards in every city street, waiting, praying, for a little
     chance at internet fame "suicide by hatred: the essence
     of america"; holding on to the hand of the love as she dies
     in the hospital bed, mother won't come inside because she
     is ashamed: my daughter is a freak: father won't come inside
     because he doesn’t know how to apologize: baby, i'm so sorry
     i didn't just accept you: brother sits in-between the whirring
     machines; h a n d s shaking and heart b r e a k I n g
let's spend sunset under the covers

GREEN
     mama won't look at her because she ain't 'natural', papa
     won't speak to her because it's all 'her fault': my baby's
     dead and gay, and all you can say is she loved me?: :get
     the fuck out of my house, ya little bitch, take the ashes
     and just crawl away: grasp the flowers at the funeral tight,
     although no one showed but you and little sammy, seven and
     confused and lost and alone; murder in the hands of hatred
     so damn sour pierces her spine like the bullet in the skull of
     the g i r l on the f l o o r
let's spend September in the sea

BLUE
     flowers in every color of the brilliant rainbow of his eyes shimmer
     by the headstone, surrounded by a crowd of two, diane and her
     forever-love; beneath their feet lies the remains of their beautiful
     son, cherished and loved so, taken from them by the beatings of
     one-too-many on the streets, eyes full of hate and anger with
     mouths hissing and foaming like the rabid dogs in october, mad
     at no thing for no thing done wrong; diane never knew the world
     was so cruel, until the day she b u r r i e d her a n g e l
let's spend every afternoon in hiding

INDIGO
     sarah never saw the bullets coming, she was too busy holding him
     tight in her arms like any girlfriend should; but despite the happiness
     in their hearts a friend led a hand in their deaths; now sarah's
     just another statistic, suicide at gunpoint, brains in the bathroom;
     and mark's just another statistic, murdered at the hand of a friend,
     fresh out of the closet and vulnerable as rain, anger in his eyes from
     the rejection the world shoved in his face; ravens scream and bluebirds
     sing as the d i r t suffocates the delicate f l o w e r s
let's spend tonight in a freight train

VIOLET
     when hippies where cast to the streets and vowed as the devil, jenny never
     knew her big sister would end up with them in the skies; the price for loving
     all must be one's life, in such a world as this; knifes and bullets and poison
     and toilet-bowl cleaner assist the assassins of the streets, helping them to
     cleanse the world in their holy image; jenny never kissed her sister good-bye
     that day, instead she merely said: i hope you get hit by a car i hate you:
     and now a l l little jenny can do is c r y
let's spend yesterday in the flames of tomorrow




so let's mourn the way that butterflies do,
     bleeding crystals from our eyes like it’s nothing new
          and rip lines across our skin - one for you, you for two.