Death's rainbow

A white stranger holds a hand with grieve,
A black coffin is consumed by the ground,
A red rose sighs with relief,
The hush of grey death is the only sound,

A blue tear leaves an eye and burns with salt,
Bodies are covered in dark dress,
The mind of another blames with firey fault,
The priest gives words of god's brightest bless,

The streets begin to cry with inky tires and sharp screams,
The crimson blood on the girl's wrist is invisible to see,
Her dark dress hides the crimson beneath the seams,
This happened for him to find colours what he thought were free,

But it costs the most tears and pain of grey and black,
And this was his suicide with him hanging from a rope,
Although what hurts the most is that he won't be back,
We miss him so much all because he lost his coloured hope. . .