It'll always be red.
That's what they said.
But at least for me
It's just an A I see.
That's what's in my head.
"It's not that form of synesthesia," I said.
Yet play on a horn or a violin
And suddenly the fireworks begin.
Trombones are blue, flutes always yellow,
The clarinet section are all green fellows.
They match the haze of the choir pale green.
At least that's what I've seen.
In band, it's a kaleidoscope,
A tripped-out rainbow of hope
Smothering me in crayon-chaos cacophony.
At each rehearsal, I drown in the anomaly.
Each instrument is a hue that bursts with each note
Like Skittles bubbling out of a singer's throat.
Yet seeing pink makes a screech and purple a hum,
Brown sounds like the thudding of a bass drum,
Yellow is a whistle, green sounds like choir boys,
Blue a soft rustling, and white makes no noise.
Birdsong is yellow, windy forests are blue.
(Don't let the green leaves fool you!)
So when birds fill the woody scene,
It all turns into brilliant green
It's enveloping my heart
And tainting my soul
I've been corrupted by the dark
A new power to behold
I'm too far gone already
Just give in
Accepting my tragedy
A new path will begin
Transform into what I dreamed of
No longer afraid
The road to peace will be victorious
A triumph so great
I closed my eyes for the last time / I watched it all disappear
I left behind my old life / I've become what I've feared
I know this path is one that very few desire
But what's done is done
Never again will I look into a mirror
For my darkness and I have become one
It's what I've always wanted
So I tried to cast aside my guilt
But I will always be haunted
From the innocent hope I killed
It's blinding my morals
And embracing my greed
I left behind my sorrow
And gained a new kind of belief
I've done it, I've really done it
Dawning this new dusk
I've made it into the darkness
The light was never enough