All the Colors




I am going to lay on the pieces.

I am too tired for this sick puzzle.

Something greater has to lift me now,

While I'm on the floor.


Colors of life that could have been.

A bittersweet blur of what could have been.

It all surrounds me now as the world spins,

And I lay here sick.


I have ran every sidewalk in this town,

Searching and crying desperately for help.

I am never heard and all I can see are colors.

The sky is my blanket as I die here on the ground.




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