Grey,
The emotion of rust and empty plains.
Destruction of reality is at bay,
Mirage no longer heals the pain.

It's lonely at night,
The shadows speak no more.
Towards the heavens float the last light,
The universe closed the door.

This is the path I roam,
Thorns become my bed.
This is my home,
Where so many have fled.

Wings of tomorrow
Guide my steps
Vines of sorrow
Binds the test.

The birds cry silently,
Don't give up your heart!
They then shake violently,
Then burst apart.

Black blood coats the empty land,
Fertilizing the crimson seeds.
Time dies by my hand
It's wounds exhale the seas.

As I too fall,
I feel so strange....
I hear the call,
As my pen makes the stain.

Carpe Diem