Colorless

My worlds is gray just like
The moon at night.
My hands are cold,
And shaking rapidly.

I feel very heavy, weak
And hopless.
I can barely speak,
Or even eat.

I am lost in the woods of
Death, no one can save me
Cause I can't be found.

As I reach to the moon
Its getting darker and darker,
And soul is leaving my body.

There no way to stop it.
I always wonder in my world things have always been dis-colored and depressing, but in some stories endings doesn't always have to make sense.

Like now.