Black and blue knew them well.

Black be the sun, two folded, in savant request
Blue a gentler eccentric song worthy of pen and drippy blood
Thine a conundrum empiric to melodrama
Wound ac rooked device holistic
Hands torn, aching sores, fail to capture hot air streaming off
a rusty scream for liberty that's not quite there
They can, however, rope your throat and interrupt your living state
assault your senses, now roused of chance, off it;s divine lung capacity
Deserted of a tapped conscious, both murder and minuscule prisoner
a lab rat, one battered black and blue, his boyhood emancipated and stripped down
forcefully and certain, immediate and everlasting, never liked him anyway.

The pen, black ink, black casing, black problematic hands profess
a criminal confession, a bluish hurrah spun in a shared dream
Tolerable yet unwarranted eyelashes slip through, nuisance, lashes... yes?
hundred folded unto his skin, prized for conduct, cherished for the lesson bent
Black be the taint charred unto the soul
in coarse blue bruised skies as she cries
Negro tones of affliction unplanned, untold, gave way for you
Off the book a fuming solution tastes of iron
Crux be thy rod, scarlet agony, beaming rope in late compromise
Custom made, to measure and customary enough. Practical and final.
As you feel the neck break under the weight, judgement is passed.