posted on Jun, 9 2009 @ 02:17 PM
This is my first attempt at writing anything poetic. It felt strange to write something so dark and gloomy. Hopefully that means I am more of an
What is the color of my death? What hue will be at the end?
It will not be any of those that have stained the journey of my life.
The bruised purples that were my moments of pain will not grace the finale.
The sickly yellows of my poor health shirk the duty of seeing me out.
Vehement reds have been my companions while loathing human suffering, but abandon me as time closes.
The pinks that have filled my face throughout my embarrassments are only too happy to flirt with others when I go.
Shrouds of black have covered me in alienation but will leave me as I stand for judgment.
Unrequited envies have caused shades of green to bathe me, but green escapes, too.
I have opened my eyes on gray hopelessness faithfully, but in the face of climax, gray wanders as well.
I now know the color of my death. It will be the one pigment that was absent from my life.
When I die, I will go into the purity of white.
[edit on 9-6-2009 by Cameoii]