Days run from Orange to gray
I think of the things I needed to say
If I told him perhaps he would want to stay
Time measured in sand and sand shifts away

Weeks run from green to white
Red daunting demons hunt when it's night
He was important ant but the memory fade out of sight
Sanity was a shadow trying to dance in the light

Months run from pink to maroon
I whisper my secrets to a deaf mute moon
I carry my life like a cracked egg on a spoon
Hoping and praying that death would come soon