A fix dubbed love

What other color do I wear?
How do I uncover the facade of yesterday
Beneath the mask of Friday?
How does the color of my actions
Not clash with my parade of expressions?
I stutter within my streaming tears
Where exactly do I begin this story?
I sniffed back boggle Still you were blind and deaf
 Beyond control, in rage;
Even my flesh couldn't be spared from more
More of the bruises you imprinted.
 A demonstration of love, is it?
And you ask me to stay. what for?
To bear the pain?
Why will I?
When I have my place of solace.
A light; the womb of many colors;
 That place deep within, untouched and untouchable;
 You profess love, but is it?
Or a gradual process of death?
A very very selfish and obsessive mind.
That's not love.
 Its just you wanting to take by all means
And rape your way through, Just to boost your ego.
But does it help?
Without all the charade, what's left of you?
Go look in the mirror.
 U want to get high on me?
I will rather wear a different color than give you the satisfaction
That fix u need, is it fear that gets you on?
Or is it just the pain?
Either way, I won't give it to you.
Scar me all you want. It will only change my shade.
I will numb my senses, numb my mind; stay untouched!
I am borne of many colors!

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