Colours
Colours
Unhinged from its source it screams
Pouring over everything green
Life source is smaller
Than it seems
Save it if you can
Or run away if you can't
It's slightly blue when it's around you,
Maybe if you didn't turn it black,
Your life wouldn't be such a hack,
Oh! dear human, what have you done?
Taken away colours
Of everything under the sun.
Runaway child,
Its the earth's canvas
It was mosaic of colours
Now its just black.