I had been born into pink, a childhood lit with brightness, emblazoned with shades of happiness.
My life had been in colour, full of zeal, fun and excitement that vibrant place, where hope had lived and bred within my soul.
Where does the colour go? The road of passion turns from scarlet red to rust.
As the torment of life take a hold of you. So the colour drains leaving you grey.
Until that all is left is the black within your night and day.