.:: Colourless ::.
The laughing - torment.
The dreams - disappointment.
Sit there, looking out the window,
Wrapped in black velvet,
Waiting for a prince.
The world turns to black,
As the sky turns round,
Clouds gather in the air,
While smoke fills lungs.
Graveyards freezing,
Souls turn white,
Living without colour,
Day and at night.
Emptiness burning,
Flowers cracking,
People dying,
Out of sweet bitterness.
Feel the storm,
Meet the sun,
There's no escape as winter begun.
Rain shall howl,
Whispering silently,
Embracing you violently,
And rip you down.
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