colorless world

the image that my eyes reflects to my mind is a colorless world.
the life that once inhabited the land has turn into gray, black and eventually death.
the sun is consumed with deep black clouds,
the death chill wind swims through the leaf-less trees.
the grass is dead and frozen and with every footstep you can hear the crackling of the ice as it breaks from the blades.
the flowers are everything but beautiful and the birds no longer sing.
as i drag my life less body through the dreadful streets,
i keep a piece of broken stained glass in my pocket.
when i feel like i can go no more i force my numb hand into the pocket of my small jacket and slowy pull the broken glass out with faith that the sharp edges wont peirce through my nimble hands;
then holding the glass to my eyes so that the blue color brings a smile upon my face.
this gives me the strength for only a few more hours to move on trying to find where all the color in the world went.
but as night creeps upon an already dark world i become exhausted.
my fingers and toes have become cold and heavy like a stone statue.
my blue eyes have turned black.
as i crawl under a big lifeless oak tree, i feel my heart starting to turn gray from the inside out.
the knife like wind is tearing away at my skin
as i lay motionless i take myself into my room.
my room holds everything that used to be beautiful,
all the color of the world has seemed to escape from death by hiding in my mind.
the flowers are brighter than the sun its self.
the trees are endlessly touching the skies.
the birds are flying through the bright blue sky singing the joy of their hearts.
but the world has taken my life.
the colorless refection has left me alone and dead.
i wasn't strong enough to handle the darkness.
i wasn't brave enough to keep going in hopes of finding the color.
the darkness has taken me and everyting that used to be