Monochrome

Bleak is the glympse through my never cleaned window

Plain is the view of the ever same roofs

Monochrome is all what I feel is yet to come

Torturing is the absence of the delicate hue that so joys my soul

I clouded my stream of conscious thought

I hit it with a hammer 

I threw it into a fort

So I stand here

Regretful

I stand here 

Alone

All the things are monochrome