perfect

Blank.

Like a piece of paper, like a canvas, like a wall.

It's empty, it's blank, it's colourless.

My feeling? Gone.

The moment you put me in your own court.

You the jury, the judge and the lawyer.

Care to hear my explanations?

Rubbish.

I'm guilty. Filthy guilty!

You have believed what you want to hear.

You have said what you want to see.

Me?

I'm nothing but an empty space in your heart.

The dull rainbow no one care.

As the wind pass me by.

The hatred knocks me down.

And the tears drown me.

I'm dead the day you choose not to look at me.