Colours Poem by Cain XXX

the colours swirl and drip
slowly, gradually
drip, drip
they leak away.
the world is grey.
life is grey.
all is grey.
stretches and stretches of grey.
tell me.
is it still worth the effort to
keep standing?
keep breathing?
fall on your knees.
say it.
i give in.
isn't it so much easier to just
close your eyes and drift?
the last dropp of colour is
drip, drip
gone
for you,
there is no longer a reason to live.