the color of pain

i was wearing the color of pain
my coat was invisible
my being was numb
unaware of the beauty i once treasured
the soul full of color
became, grey and old
i was the unknown
and he was all i had known
my air thin and cold

my tears were the perfect shade of pain
for i let them color my face
every night i made art
and every night i painted the color of pain

i no longer needed to hide in the rain
for i had already earned the name, pain
only this time there was no gain
so i can hereby say
'I AM THE COLOR OF PAIN'