Discolored - Mr.Kitty

Dissipate from within

Mitigate wounded skin

Disappear, wearing thin

I am clear, infinite

You’re letting go

I think I know

Our colors fade

When fears are made

Wash away pastel boy

Trouble me, intently

Hide inside empty trees

Earth of black made of me

You’re letting go

I think I know

Our colors fade

When fears are made