Do you ever wonder
if the painter
tires of his colors?

To write a poem properly
That is my dream
But I can't even
Remove my mask
I don't even dare
To think quietly

All my poetry is failure
Spies that pretend
To be activists
A violent movement
A laceration
That bleeds black bile

Violence circle my mind
Like vultures around corpses
The sky is touched
By the redness of my cheeks
And I end up crying
Until night comes

What remains of my poems
Are dead organs
Words that fail at being words
Mouthful gibberish
What's left of my tears?
Acid rain

Grey is the gentle night sky on a moonlit night
A small scurrying field mouse
A soldiers greatcoat as he runs through a trench

Grey is the gentle lake in twilights sight

Grey is the color of the last heartbeat

Grey sounds like the feathers of an Owl
Without sound as it sails to its prey
Without sound it steals its last heartbeat

Grey is the sound of the gallows
The last struggle

Grey feels like soft velvet
A rabbits Fur
The feeling of sweet loves embrace

But Grey also feels like loneliness
On a rainy night, when love is needed most

Grey tastes of Rot
Of decay and death
And of the sweetest cinnamon

Grey tastes like the old ways

Grey smells like the trenches
***** and old
Filled with pride and death

Men dying for their country
So that one may be the winner of the world

The cold is bitter,
And grey is dark
Cold and grey,
That's all I am
Cold and grey,
Certainly ******.

I search for passion
In my mind
But despair is what I find
And a heart I hope will bind.

All love vanished
And all I ever cherished
And the happiness is perished

Everything, gone.
The factors of my smile
Gone.
The sun at dawn
That, too, is gone.
Only darkness
No happiness
Only sadness.

The cold is bitter,
And grey is dark
Cold and grey,
That's all I am
Cold and grey,
Certainly ******.

Holding my breath without you
Fighting for air
Fighting for comfort
Longing for care
Like longing for air

Breathing I will have to do eventually
Like getting over this I will have to do rationally
That feeling of panic
Of something you know you need to do
That feeling of guilt
Like you did something wrong
Fixing things is all that you long

The cold is bitter,
And grey is dark
Cold and grey,
That's all I am
Cold and grey,
Certainly ******.

I would make another promise again
But what are those anymore?
I've broken all mine
Like you've broken all yours

All I am is broken glass
Wondering if the pain will ever pass
Cutting others with my own injury
I do it in fury
Like a smokey hot fire
Like a cut wire
Like broken glass.

The cold is bitter,
And grey is dark
Cold and grey,
That's all I am
Cold and grey,
Certainly ******.

The cold wants warmth
And grey wants light
Cold and grey,
That's all I'll ever be
Cold and grey,
That's all I see.

And that's me.