Death wears a multicoloured mask
it punctually keeps its own odd beat
it strikes like a crafty thief
leaving us hollow
and wounded
Death is a familiar stranger
lurking around alleyways
hiding under our beds
Death haunts us like ghosts
that keep spelling out our fears
and stoking trouble
Death wears a multicoloured mask
Red for forsaken blood
Blue for wild ambition
Yellow for want of courage
Green for land usurped
Orange for sunsets of grief
Pink for carousing vanity
Purple for jazz in our hearts
Indigo for whispers and wet kisses
Crimson for relentless muscles of our heart
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