I'm that rainbow with the storm,
Surrounded but raging clouds of turmoil.
My bright colors melding into each prism.
Plastered against the ever growing black and gray.
The bowels of hell rising stealing my color
Replacing them in overlapping darkness.
Nothing will be left with its done!
Except I will try to chase the sun
While staying in the shadows of my tortured soul.
With dwindling colors
I'll fall out of sight from you.