The colour of pain 
Blood
Red and black spilt 
Upon naked canvas 

No 
The days of suffering
Do not touch me 
Here  

My flesh is clean  
It rests 
In minds and memories 
Plagued 

I do not seep from skin 
Nor does an aching heart 
Pierce blue from 
A chest 

This pain lives in spirit 
When it bleeds 
It leaves no residue 
No evidence 

No colour 
Only knowledge 
That it was there 
Once 

Only a witness 
Who felt it 
Come and
Go