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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