Sparks

Like a paintings fading color, Slowly my soul becoming duller. Like the memories I am forgetting, These feelings started blurring. Like a withering flower, My laughing sounds like I'm crying. Like the echoing of my voice. When closing my eyes, This endless pain seems to be fading. Now the fire in my eyes, is barely flickering. Thrill in my words, replaced with emptiness. Just how he spark in a fire turns to gray ashes, Now I am like soul less puppet with no emotions.