The Colours Are Almost Gone ‘Countless bursts of colours swim… Vivid explosions of expression That know no bounds That never had bounds

There is a beautiful glade Covered in white roses Shimmering in the sunlight Ranks of tall trees with golden le… Surround the glade

The fall is less frightening Than the ledge upon which I stand To fly like a bird is freedom To stand like a monolith to pain i… The water looks so calm below

Ice cold Nice cold, Frosty breath Chilling death. Burning flame

What is the blackness other than n… Could it be something tangible? Something you can embrace? What if it is the one embracing? Every night, as you lie

The moon howls out in the night In so much pain its beautiful comp… The sun writhes in the day sky in… How long can you stare at the sun… Grey storm clouds let loose a torr…

There lies a wooden cabin Just big enough for one With a garden full of every colour… Growing softly, surely in the dark… With a pond to one side

What is the most painful word? Is it hate? That abject raging emotion that… Hate can be fulfilled, one way or… Or maybe it’s sadness?

Dim, grim, dark nights For thoughts to grow And darken even further still Sad, twisted, angry thoughts Swirl in the blackness that

He is lost Alone Is he dead? Is he alive? Trembling hands

Thoughts collapse Mind full of gaps Can’t escape Pain takes shape Cuts on a wrist

They scream He cries She laughs Sound can be a powerful thing Songs can touch the heart

Slip on the mask Can’t let them see you cry Smile through the pain Tolerate living for one more day A mask of lies