Shadow Overhead

All vibrant colors of life merge to give my dark blood
Fading hopes make my new place yet nearer
A approach to feel a beautiful next day
Careless crimson spills unto the bed of night
Winds although in stories remain
A small hush brings a hailstorm that comes alive
My feet so fresh and young but my name seems a million years old
The world brims ahead with a pocket of dreams
My soul lies in a standstill with no one to hold
Tears seemed a dried substance merged into my skin
Thoughts melt my dear ones heart so to myself I keep and behold
I drench my fate.. and wear a mask of golden countenance
Making my written story make a wishful surprise
A weeeping cloud I show aboard
I live with a shadow overhead
With a fear that ,'My lies will someday be told'.