Monochrome days.
Windows covered with white haze.
Infinite black rays.
Bathed in a mind full of daze.

Walk breathe live.
Again even if I no longer be relieved.
Endless intangible cursive.
Nothing more I no longer forgive.

A ghost, beneath all that dust.
Everything is now crusts.
Everything is a must.
Until I no longer frust.

It's looping May.
Still I'm a living weigh.
Things are now ashtray.
Colors are all still gray.

Monochrome days.
Oh, monochrome days.
Looping me continue to live.
As if I'm the final Eve.
Boring stardust.
Now it's all just rust.
Looping gray days.
Oh, looping monochrome days.