Streams of paint

Bleed down

The sky

As battle cries

Blur, and fade

Like mistakes


The green

And brown

Of dying things

I know what

This is, but

I can't escape


My living

Memories

My other fate



So running

Through walls

Of gravity

I don't know

When to stop

Falling Until

Four walls

Painted by

My own hands


Tell me

How to breathe

Again.