The Colors of a Broken Soul.

Crimson roses fall from the sky,

As bloody tears fall from my eyes.

All I see is the color of pain,

The only color that I can obtain.

This crimson red blood is my obsession,

The only way to lose my aggression.

The time falls fast,

Like sand pouring from an hourglass.

My ears listen.

As the stars in the sky glisten, In the night.

My color starts to change from crimson blood red to colors unnamed.

Could it be that my dream has come true?

To see the world next to you,

This world so full of cheer and laughter.

So many colors that I can choose,

But for how long?

Until I lose.