Lately the clouds
have been changing
their colors to
deathly grays

The air thicker than
swamp water
dripping down our
tar lined lungs

Our brains as brittle
as autumn leaves
crunching under your
zombified feet

My world has yet
to see light
Its skies no longer
full of gay colors

A funeral painted in my
eyelids
I mourn for the now
deceased beauty