A child of the darkness
But afraid of the dark
A blooming artist
Who hates others art
I ask my self day and night
Why I'm always so different
So odd
So clueless
So me
I went to a graveyard on a rainy day
I saw a stone slab with one word engraved
GRAY
It described the day
It described my life
And out of sympathy
I cried
I cried for him and wrote some poetry
For the grave resting on mount calvary
