Goodbye Psychic Vampire

I am a bad lyricist
In the sense
I give up what I meant to protect

With your color palette spent
So boring,
Burlap sack of tint you are hoarding

Still, I should not have come back
Too eager
For a breath to breathe in my metres

So much for shedding the husk
Enlightened
Another mind, pale, clean to bash in.