Weatherman

Dark clouds consumed
All of what was left
The remains of my hope
was washed away by the hurricane

I found myself talking
to the bright side of the wall
Just to hide the dark side once again
White walls were painted black

On a rainy day like this
there can be no sun
at least none of which matters
Hell, nothing matters

all of the colours in the world
could not paint this canvas
all of the words in my mind
could not explain this anxiety

I'm the clear blue sky
behind the morning weatherman
What else am I to say
If not "Don't wash me away"