The Rainbow Room (my head)

Psychopath they called me
and sent me away to live somewhere

In a dark room with a dark life
where darkness goes infinite

Well, red for anger in my mind
For the passion of drawing this darkness
on the wall in my little white room
Red for the clear-cut definitive they call my
sub-conscience, and for the dreary
'one-night-left' syndrome

Gray, for the uncertainty I feel right now
and for the fogginess in this room
I am unable to see the sun anymore
or hear the airplane pass as it once did
over my house, rumbling, and feeling like it would
shake they house to the ground
What a cool feeling that was
But the gray leads my life
and I cannot seem to find my way around it

Violet, not purple, for violet I like better
A more congenial name for a conservative color
A part of the soul that comes out in bunches
so as people can look upon it with awe
and speak splendid things about it
It's for the more 'enriched' of me

Green takes up the spot of jealousy
that I feel for every living being
that is living their lives in the comfort of their own homes,
with their family's embrace,
and the feeling of sanctity that I can never again have
It's for the sickness I feel towards this coldness

Blue, for the water I was once a part of
For the clearness on it's face, and the feel on my body as I dove into it, with my eyes wide and my smile on
It's also for my sadness
cause I will miss so many,
and have no more feelings of joy except for memories and rememberences of those I've
disappointed

Yellow, for the upside of my life now
cause every day I get to eat a delicious lunch of bread and water
Get to share some of the more personal details of my life with the other psychos here
I get my own little dysfunctional family
that I can't come home to cause I can't leave

Now to black, demon of I, who will tell
my soul horrors and shed it's evil skin onto
my will and prey on my words and bring the men
with the sticks and stones that literally break me
For the darkness of this room, and for the void in my heart as I left my loved ones behind, to be without a husband or a father

Last...white...pure in a sense
How I'll feel when I leave this world two days from now
How I'll feel when I get to look one last time at the mess I left behind
All these monsters who call themselves human
and act like savages, pointing out every little
fault of every single person other than themselves
Do not they realize who they are?
The same as I, and yet, so very very different from myself
White, for absence of light in their hearts as they drag me away to serve my sentence fully
No compassion, no remorse for killing a man who has killed no one
Not a single soul will be at peace except for mine that night
So maybe it's best that I take my pain with stride and that I surrender to the dogs
outside of here.
They'll get a good treat, a lesson of what the Black can do.