"Purplish Blue Lifeless Hue"

What of a dark past that over casts your view, let it go, let it fly away, those floaty black balloons, 

A string clinched to strongly, strung along follows yearly, winding times hands wildly, like the one wrapping your hands tightly, with your life, both held hostage by you,

Took just a look to start noticing, now stunned numb almost gory, your string finger has changed from whats normal, to a kind of purplish, blue lifeless hue.