Yellow, through my window shines,
Sunlight should be grey.
No color in this world of mine,
No sunshine lights my day.

Storm Clouds should be overhead,
Dark as night outside,
I'm dead atop an unmade bed,
And here I will reside.

Red, was once a flowing stream,
Now, brown has caked my skin.
A picture from a coroner's dream,
The unforgiven sin.

Black and white are shaking hands,
And mixing into grey.
The color, on my body, lands,
It's the color of decay.