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Like a Tombstone

just when did it turn
black, white, and gray?
did the flowers die? did the grass wither away?
though cobblestone streets look as gloomy as the clouds above me
they can hardly hold the weight of my emptiness
grief has cast its spell
i'm talking to my shadow, and falling into the cracks i used to step over.

in my visions, the colors startle
they�re a disturbing reminder of what life was, with you beside me
they wait there and repeat
so, i dance in these fantasies
but never savor, there�s not enough time
in a blink, morning greets me, with a sable smile
but it�s nice to feel less alone
if even for a short while.

my view today, printed the same
as fog slithers through my window
where i fold hands and pray
i beg for a sight of vivid hue
anything will do
this monotonous world is driving me insane
being numb hurts too.

like a tombstone holds a name,
yours sits with me forever.
and though the letters wear with age,
it is our memories that seal us together.

how scared i am, to fall asleep
and land in a colorless dreamscape
..it could happen any day, now..
where do i run, when your face is gone
and any trace of pigment turns to bone?

i guess i'll know if the dead see color
or perish in their carbon sorrow.