Misconstrewd

Red ran out a month ago
Couldn't paint.
Thought I'd use indigo
But no one really bleeds indigo.
Too bad we're nothing without oxygen tanks
We like our oxygen like we like our water
Enough of it to sustain our life
We think we're about life
But we put on death
Like a mars black paint,
We've got plenty left
As Picasso thought he was being wise
If I don't have red, use blue
He forgot that the red being blue is not true
Red being blue is not true
Red being blue is not you,
It so does not look good on you,
The lines on your face, blue not red
Leaves me wondering why you're There and not Here
Stuck in your world of bluish tears.
Red ran out a month ago
Couldn't Paint.
Thought to use a substitute
But could I really substitute lie for Truth?
Where is your misconception?