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The skies turn black

A view once adorned in vivid colour

Reduces to shades of grey and black

A world in monochrome turns us to misery

The sound of inevitability looms heavy on that horizon

This man of loss is drenched in gloom

Soaked in darkness

And with his last ounce of strength

He brushes the dirt from his eyes

(The skies turn blue)

Ink spills onto the page and draws out the poison

The disease in me

Vomit out the words

To purge this sickness inside

The colours are finally returning

To purge this sickness inside

The colour returns

All I hold, caged inside, deep within

Turns everything to grey

All I imprison within

Ages my skin turns colour to shade

Fighting battles of shame and shadow

Identify the colour thief, eviscerate the source

Put an end to the old ways

There must be no remorse

Identify the colour thief, eviscerate the source