The world is grey
Because my sun drifted away.
And left me alone to decay.
As young ones we are told,
"Life is Beautiful!"
By grown folk who have no soul,
Their sun left them, the same way mine did me,
Lonely and cold internally.
They are not happy,
Just slaves of toxic positivity.
These grown folk, the bane of the bible with their hypocrisy.
My world is grey!
The once blue sky has no color.
The once green grass has no color.
The once pink walls have no color.
The dirt, the trees, the animals and other organisms all living in bland harmony, THE WORLD IS GREY.
And like that, it will stay.
Until my dearest beloved sun returns.
The world is cold.
It lacks warmth
Because, my sun is no longer here to keep me warm.
My breath is visible, the only sign of life within the shell of a being i am.
An icy cave, hollow, and crisp, with a chill that runs up your spine
The world is cold!
Shout it from the moon, no.
Shout it to the moon until she echos back those words in a quiet voice,
My world cold.
So cold,
And lonely,
And meaningless,
And painful,
And...
And..
And grey.
Just because my sun went away...
And now, I await the beginning of another day.
