Too late

This is the Image

I was forced to Paint

Turning to dust

Black

Cold

Like rain

On my face

You told me to Paint it

By abandoning

Me

Here

In my own darkness

Playing With

Fear

Fear of tomorrow

Fear Of today

Fear Of falling

Fading away

But I am gone

Already

Am I not?

Passed like a shadow over the

Grave

Of what was

I am dead already

Can't you see?

So screaming my name at

The Sky

Won't change

A damn thing

So let me Rest

In what is left

Of me

Of peace