No Colours Or A Sky

My world became too flat
no colours -
or a sky.

What happened to the lights
why'd you washed away the stars
when you stole my face
and took away my nights
just to lie upon -
a torn sky -
another blackened sheet.

If you took, my body
why not take away my soul
so you can hear my silence
when you break away the door.

I have no colours
or a sky
nothing to display
jailed within your prism
I'm transparent -
under you.