Black Dahlias Poem by NoName Unidentified

Did I hurt you?
What was worse?
When I turned blue?

We'd always argue
I see we are diverse.
Did I hurt you?

I thought my time was due,
and I wanted to curse.
Did I have time, before I turned blue?

Have you no virtue?
Shall we disperse?
But did I ever hurt you?

I was never untrue,
but somehow things got worse.
Was it when my skin turned blue?

Black dahlias surround me like an unjust hue,
and I cry into oblivion while the darkness begins to immerse.
Tell me, did I ever hurt you?
No, but yet, you turned my skin blue