Colourless

Passing through the alleys I see,
How all the colours fly by me.
Having the speed of wind;
They rush away leaving me colourless.

Grey are the trees, so is the sky,
So are the animals passing me by.
Not stopping even when I shout;
They rush away leaving me colourless.

Even the sunshine is not yellow,
Nor blue the water as it flows.
Same is the time I breathe in;
They rush away leaving me colourless.

Now I've forgotten what it is like,
To have red blood ooze out when pricked by a spike.
Even as I look in defeat, at it;
They rush away leaving me colourless.