My colors have been fading.
I watch as that
cerulean and apricot melt away,
crimson brings way for obsidian,
yellow strikes forth
toward my horizon;
I don’t foresee its victory.
No, the only thing I can see is my demise.
My colors have been fading.
I watch as that
cerulean and apricot melt away,
crimson brings way for obsidian,
yellow strikes forth
toward my horizon;
I don’t foresee its victory.
No, the only thing I can see is my demise.
