What color is the disappointment...

I wanna know, maybe I should have known till now!
Anyway, I keep wandering,what color it is? I have some a kind of clue,it is more like a feeling,
somehow I saw it many times before, but I am still in the fog. I know mine,I am curious how it is for the others. Mine goes from dark black till blue,when it is blue it is still hope...hope means life, in the end, it is all based on faith, hope and how much we can endure...and love...oh, love its another story, we will not talk about it.
I will talk about disappointment. Mines, yours, ours. We all experiment it once in a while. Bites with sharp tooth right till the bottom of the soul, cuts like a knife, it is like waking up from a beautiful dream: reality it's at less than a second in front of you, was warm and Cosby while the dream lasted and now, what an ugly surprise: you are awake, the blanket on the floor, pretty cold in the heart of the night, you wish to swim back, in the same dream, pull the blanket back, close the eyes, but it refuses to come back.
You know what? I am not in the mood...so damn me,why to talk about? talking means nothing,in the end are shooting words towards the stars, so far,they can not came back, no one hears, no one sees, no one but me...I just wanna smash all the weird thing passing through my head, each little nasty feeling like an annoying bug. I have lots of bugs,singing in my head, I am tired of this old rusty song...I guess I am just disappointed...and that's all...