Feldgrau comes to steal me. 

Seeing your green and grey colored arms start to clutch your FG 42, 

Is this to be my last color?

To witness the presence of the color that does not possess anything but your trench coats is like being blind and only seeing the dark residue from the devil’s tears.

I look straight into his eyes trying to see forth any crumb of color. 

For as you shoot my blood starts to pour. Leaving but a small puddle of dark tar 

crippling the brown and rough grass.

For the world shall know that black isn't the color for pure evil.

Feldgrau is.

It depletes me and everything that once had beauty.

I reminisce a life without this dark and egregious pigmentation and find peace. 

A Las my breaths are short and soon to be gone.

Feldgrau has successfully destroyed me.