There is no pain
There is no damnation
Just a dull...grey pang
The color of the sky when it's about to rain
The color of your soul when your great grandmother passes away
Festering like a wound that can't stop bleeding
And it bleeds grey
The color you hated as a child
Until every part of you became it.
And their grey souls have the audacity
To tell you smile
Because they are the afflicted with deeper wounds
And you,
Your grey soul is bleeding out with a mere paper cut
Haunted by the grey ghosts of those you miss.
It's like a blank...grey...sarcastic tragedy.
It's like an empty purgatory
Between infinite darkness
And the blissfulness of the distant life
You look on both sides and wave
They can't see because it's grey
They can't see because all you see is grey.
