A coloring page with no color,
A rose which dead,
A heart with no love,
A eye that has no color,
A poem with no words,
A story with no imagination,
A world which is black.
A heart once full of gold,
A boy who saw thru, my very soul
A fear that's born
An urge deep within.
A fire that's put out.
A grave with no stone.
Cold, dark, and dead
No shoulder to cry on.
No one to repair a broken heart.
No beauty
No grace
No love
No time
No one anymore
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