Seeping colours from the world,
The colours that used to blind me,
They blind me no more.

A hollow shell I’ve become,
A faint memory of what I was,
They bind me no more.

Flower in the vase colour me,
Colour the colourless me,
Colours define me no more.

Falling stars surrounding me,
Shining stars that were like me fall,
Stars I am no more,

Dreams that comfort you and lift you,
They fall to pieces around me,
Dreams I have no more.

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Its not supposed to rhyme.