As I am sitting here so lonely
With only my thoughts with me
All that remains are my memories
But they all seem so placid
So plain and dull
Even the fun times, not worth remembering
As I sit here replaying my life
Finally it dawns, there is no color
They are displayed in black and white
In this life that is about to leave me
I try to find something to cherish
But none of it seems worth while
What is worth while about a colorless life
Not even the red blood shows
From my pitiful self harm
I wonder how it can be so barren
But as I stare I feel emotion
And I soon begin to cry
I go to wipe away the tears
And I see something on my finger
Something that is most unusual
I look to figure what this might be
My hand seems odd, with vibrancy added
It appears to be the color blue
All these emotions playing out
So many I have fealt in my time
Yet none of them bring me color
So why this, why now, at the end
Is someone finally trying to help
Finally caring and loving for me
As I bury my face in my hands
I start to weep harder
I expect to see a plethera of blue
But when I look, only two small spots
[with a few streaks]
I wonder how this can be
I look closer now at my memories
At the vivid images playing before me
And finally, I notice some color
It was never the emotion
Nothing that I personally fealt
But simply a fashion statement
A thick layer of blue eye shadow
Gold trophy winner
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