Red, Black, and White

Red is to color of the blood I have shed, I struggle, but his grip is to strong. Again and again I see it trickle down my sleve, the cut's I've seen run dark, cherry red.
Black is the dark void that represents his heart, his only home is at the bottom of his bottle of liquid darkness. When he's done, I take the pain he keeps in. And now after the day, this world i depart.
White is the light I see when I'm finally there. The white pearly gates, just opened at the foot.
Slowly I walk to meet the others.
Having shed red, black, and white, I'm finally in a place that cares.