Gray
He colors the bottom of our souls with complacency...Makes you feel tired at
the thought of moving. He gets annoyed when one talks to loud. Can you see
him stranded, thinking in cliche’? You can find him basking in self pity. A
coward. Afraid of turning colors. Accused of being unfair to everyone, he
yells in a jar and mails it to you. Angry, you brake the jar it scatters and
crumbles into your ashes. We will all be him. we all become him.
Emotionless. Cowardly. Empty, secluded. Gray...all to dead grays

Orange
She spills on canvas. Angry, she could hurt you. Angry, she could cause
bullets to fly, houses to burn and hearts to break. Hateful at times, she’s
the sentences that fly from your mouth when things get to hard to handle.
She can hold you back from love. Anchors you to yourself. Restrains you from
hurting yourself. She hates religion. She loves to mock teen girls who give
there soul to god and then give all to willingly to the temptation of the
flesh. She’s the pain that your body feels when time passes and days lose
hours and generations brake. Orange...loves to
talk.

Green
He’s the fat feeling you get after falling on your face again and again. The
smell of rotten food, a rotten heart. The smell of you as a welcome mat.
Confusion, fusion and mass delusions in your head. It’s all a blur. He’s
evil if you let him be. Greed and selfishness coats our wallets with high
economic hopes. He’s the one that opens doors for stranger who come to beg
and then leave you for dead. He clings to you on foggy days and dampens your
hopes of what you wanted to accomplish. He clings to blades of grass to make
you believe they are full of growth. You think to yourself “Green means new
growth”. It fools you! When we turn his color we are dead or are in the
process of deceiving people...hungry for too much. Green...all to familiar
green.




 
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