All I'm Left With

All the dark colors,

Bind me to the ground,

Trapped with the memories

I hate and fear the most.

Burn me to ashes,

And when the wind blows,

My death is everywhere.

All the dark colors,

In the day and night,

Torture me blind and seen

'Till I scream,

'Till I lose my mind.

All the dark colors,

In the sky and Earth combined

Filling my heart, soul, and mind,

And all I'm left with is,

All the dark colors.

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