This is a chaos I can't control.
My fingers bleed into my palms and my fingertips dance along bruised skin.
Purple, blue, green--- beautiful colours, just not on my body.
A hand print on my arm... this wound isn't just flesh deep.
Eyes tinted red in both anger and anguish, lips a brilliant shade of indigo;
I am a canvas, and you've splashed me with the colours of destruction.