Stained

So confused
my heart is bruised
you drained away my feelings

inflamed in this rapture
of depression and abhor
a perennial mist of nonentity

but the dust has settled
and i can no longer escape
your name is engraved on my heart

for eternity it will stay
start fresh with me everyday
no more color left in my world
you stained it black and Grey

Not my best poem but I'm still proud of it!