Colors Drained

So Many things I dread

Even during the day

My head is filled with lead


I might as well been born dead

Since my first beginning in May

But they allowed me to live instead


I lay in my nail bed

Listening to the withering walls say

"Why don't you go on ahead?"


Bittersweet memories bang through my head

Reminding me why I should've never stayed

Must I remain with the rotting undead


My father once said,

"they drowned you morbidly by the bay."

That explains the mark engraved


The sky appears dead

Coated with streaks of gray

I end the madness with a bullet to the head

A deep blood red, I dyed the sky



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