Dyed the Rainbow

My eyes were red,

For days and years,

My skin is cold,

For years and centuries,

My breath is long enough,

To surpass the eon,

What I can do,

Sleep and death are not written for me,

Is it good to live long,

Longer than your love's,

Is it worthy,

What colour I can enjoy without you,

I grabbed the rainbow,

And I dyed it into black,

Now I might try to have some sleep.