Paint Me Invisible

Left nothing itself could it change,
Purple flowers turned brownish blue,
Sightly breeze along its wave,
Tender touch unreachable.

Riding along paths within its range,
Revealing nothing that was ever true,
Walking down its path towards the grave,
Quietness lighting variables.

Creaking sounds of the hinge,
Mysteriously giving no clue,
Rush of fire rages to save,
Stunned but it's quenchable.

Immersing felt the tinge,
Painting walls of no hue,
Warmth felt in the dark cave,
Painting me invisible.