Your words fade to grey—
When you take advantage of them they broil away.
Once a bright yellow, you filled the room with light.
Now as dull as a beaten blade
The room remains hollow
Empty.
No matter how small it gets—
Hidden away. Those words you always said
Creep beneath my feet and follow me into bed.
Haunting my dreams
I can’t sleep—
I can’t cry—
I can’t eat—
Unable to die,
I crawl—
Into that hollow room.
I fill it with stolen red tears—
To drown in them,
Will be better than to hear
I love you
From your lying—
Grey—
Lips.