You can't see the colors I see,
You see only black and white.
Plain colors at that,
And I was a wonderful pattern that you found.
As the pattern faded,
You drifted.
It was all fun and games,
Until you upped yourself and left.
Slowly the colors I see drain.
One by one.
Green,
Blue,
Purple.
And the only colors I see now,
Are black, white, and red.

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If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
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