Color me in your darkness
For it’s warmer than the rainbow of someone new
Sculpt me so that it’s your demons, I harness
I’d rather be carved by your sharpness
than resurrected by someone who isn’t you
Color me in your darkness
You cover me in targets, paint me in scarlet
But my true colors start seeping through
Sculpt me so that it’s your demons, I harness
Pin my hands and feet to tree limbs, the world is your canvas
Outside your forceful demand, I wonder what I’d do
Held hostage by your darkness
And thus, my mold hardens
I look in the mirror and think, “who?”
Sculpt me so it’s my own reflection, I harness
Yet when it comes to myself, I am the only artist
I thought deep reds suited me, turns out I shine better in blue
I have escaped your darkness
Sculpted so it’s my true disposition, I harness