Ashes

Colour will fade with sunlight,
Grey will blanket the night,
Empty eyes scour empty fields,
An empty ocean and sky,
Self-made isolation from sorrow it shields,
Pure joy, pure hate, all purity shall die,
The water's chill stabs at my flesh like a blade,
regretting, yet continuing, this horror self-made,
When i'm gone, you may mourn, or wonder, though you shouldn't,
I'd have loved to have stayed, to battle on, but i couldn't,
Wait for a windy day, a very windy day,
then simply let me go, and watch me fly away.