The Art of Leaving

Match these tones of blue and gray

With something lost from yesterday

Remember those I can't forget

The memories that I have kept

They haunt me as I'm still alone

As all I see is still this tone

Blue and Gray soon turn to Red

I match it all with what I've bled

Kick and scream so silently

There's no one here for me to see

To show them all that I have done

And soon the colors fade and run

Now this image stains my soul

No way to cover up this hole.......

Just dont look at me. You never did anyway.

This is how I'll be. I've come to stay.

Without grace I leave. Without life I lay.