Turn the Sun blue and burn the skies red. I am left with no emotion, there is nothing, it's dead.
Pale and broken my skin has turned grey. My trust all gone. Feelings went. They ran away.
Day times are so cold and nights are so bare. Look up to the ceiling and just sit here and stare.
The ticking clock listens to pools of tears. What happened to all those glistening years ?
Throw the camera and take it away. Pictures and memories to painful to stay.
Locked in, I can't face the Sun, burn all the stars my living is done.
      Vivienne Gill