Fade to Black

Slowly the colors mix.
Once clear lines begin to soften,
Becoming unfocused. 

That's how the days pass,
Always looking forward to the future,
Never reveling in the present.
Leaving the past un-lived.

Bleeding colors going neutral.
No longer distinct.
Any lines have disappeared completely...

And then our days are gone.
Enveloped in that darkness we
Create for ourselves.