Dead Colors

I've been here for the few times.

And the hands shake in disgust, here i am dying.
Here i am lying,
breathing the cold air as my body breaks into pieces
why is it so hard?
So hard to smile..
I'm so sick of fighting this contagious toxin
always i breathe my cold expressions.

I want to live;
i want to thrive for someone someday;
and yet here i am dying while i watch the colors die
i'm quite aware i'm dying.

Among the salvation i seek; what words can i use to obtain
something more?

Its eating me alive the
Dead Colors.