Metaphor.

I'm dead as this rose
without colour, without sense
without a purpose to stay
but always trying to move on.

I'm gray, like this sky
letting go my teardrops like the rain
hiding my fears on a smile
that is leading me to the edge.

I'm blue like the sea
unable to calm my storms
fighting throught the wind
and falling down very deep.

I'm frozen as your words
I'm frozen without your warm
I'm dying everyday
trying to be who I really am.

I'm empty like this town
feeling the life unreal
laying down on my tears
and wishing being sleep for ever.