where death ends.

on the eve of your denial
i sat on the cold couch waiting
for your words
your eyes
to spill,
washing, away my zealousness
to speak of our prospects
your windows never shed a tear though
not for me
does the reflection of yourself scare you away?
our analagous colors bled
leaving us with an open sprawl of gray
not quite yet our green expansion
a hint of technicolor would do us well
so wont you please wake up
and join me outside
where life begins
and death ends.