I Don't Want to be Grey

The soles of my shoes fade fast
Colour fades faster
When I dress my hallow frame
Grey is all my skin emulates
My bones protrude from my tired skin
Providing the only variance of value
In the monotonous, melancholy, weak skin of mine

Often I desire a sudden sickness to sweep me away
The green skin that would accompany me
A break from this old grey
Something new to entertain my eyes
I'd dance as I was reminded of the color of the lush grass I once played in

Colour, a commodity most fail to recognize
My problem is I have forgotten what it looks like
It's not that I fail to try and see it
I simply am incapable

Colour, an old friend
Long since passed on
One day I'd like to shake his firm, welcoming hand again

I fear if I were to attain colour again
I'd lose it just as quickly
Crayons retain their colour quite nicely
But I am not wax
I am pale
I am frail
I am grey, although I don't want to be