Color starts to fade.
What's vibrant turns to grey.
It's like water washing over me.
Everything is in black and white.
It's such a tragic sight,
Sadness decaying all that I see.
What had life now turns pale.
The rain covers everything like a veil,
While this melancholy sensation roams free.
It leaves a little, dark rain cloud.
Everywhere I go it follows me around.
I wish it would just leave me be.
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