No shame

Be Thou My Tree

The noise makes everything bright,
it can't be helped.
I'm perfectly flawed
words on the spine,
But its just color anyway.
That was when all the trees were tall
and the fall down was love.
My blood pumped it through me.
My legs hurt and the noise was blinding,
of all the colors in the world
you had to be purple.
Can it be helped?
With the sound of red in the air
my throat closes
and my eye's wont open
but my lips keep mumbling
to keep me falling.