SkeTches .x

Sketches of me,
Black and white images.

Now erased,
Now gone,
Now nothing,
Now dead.

Scripted with a meaning,
Something without a cause.
Heart shattered into millions,
Tears mark the page I'm at.

Moment in life,
Moment in time.
Closing doors,
Broken dreams.

Drawings of us,
You and me.
Ripped and torn into pieces,
That I can't put together again.

Images, pictures, photos,
They all seem so real.
It's all a dream,
It's the past life.

Now alone.
Now scared.
Now helpless.
Now wishing.

Hoping that this,
Everything will come into colour.