-Monochrome-

She was the reason I lived,
The reason for all the care I give.
Now I've ruined her life,
Her love I've turned to strife.
I am at my hearts great schism,
Where blood and all violently spasm.
I wanted to save her,
From the death that lured.
I only ask why.
Why suicide?
The three,
Are no longer within me.
There is no mother.
There is no father.
No faith.
No wraiths.
No hope.
No rope.
No color.
Only black.
It absorbs all life,
And destroys it.
Only white,
It repels all light.
For this soul never trusting,
It's back to nothing.
Green trees wither,
Blue waters dry.
Storms come hither,
And make the heavens cry.
The water falls on dry lips,
Which despair scornfully rips,
The life and will,
It once wanted to fill.
There is no right,
For which to fight.
There is no wrong,
That doesn't belong.
There is no color.
Only gray does smother.
It's all monochrome.