Id clear my mind and set the others behind, Block out the sound
as the flashing ambulance lights go through my head. and the constant sound surrounds these clouds with the words just pouring down when things start to get a little shaded, I'd call this gray, but for just once I wish things could be white, but when, it crashes, it slams, hard, like a car with bad brakes, it never stops, but when it slows down all I can see is the Black seeping through. When words lose their meanings , and colors lose their shading, and everything else is as silent as screeching brakes, crashing, alarming sounds, wind at a distance of speed, quick like a sudden death. And for this I stay awake, even on those broken night when those lost tears put me to sleep, though those forgotten covers now cold and empty without you, and for this I scream in my loneliness, no this is not a tragedy, for this is a heartbrake, and it splits, and tears away, so I whisper " this is what we call a tragedy"
