Drained

Now what would it take to write something colourful?
He thought to add splashes and cacophonies of light and darkness and stuff in between.
But he felt like beige, not colour.
What's the point of forcing it, even if you can?
Go for a walk? To where, it's all grey, not even beige.
Worse than beige.
Drained, that should be a colour.
What a great colour drained would be,
No fakeness, negativity or positivity,
Only what's left after it's all gently sifted,
Or violently,
By time and unbending reality,
The residue of it all, just you and me.