Colours
My life is full of colours;
of reds and greens and blues.
But overwhelming all the rest,
one colour does preside.
A cold harsh black that's always there
It never goes away.
It draws from me my energy,
and my will to live.
My life is full of colours;
of darkening shades of grey.
I really cannot cope with this,
this grey and black disease.
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