Nothing kind about a day like today,
The dismal thoughts match dismal gray.
Can only see the clouds this way
Clouds my mind, my world today.
The only light shone barely through
Nothing’s color, nothing moves.
Nothing takes the world’s hue,
It’ll never go from gray to blue
At least that’s how the dreary feel,
Like getting worse when nothing heals
And breeds this everlasting wheel
It's only false, it’s never real.
Yes, the funeral wheel it clouds my head,
Don’t feel alive, but not quite dead
Which keeps the lingering sadness fed
Just eats black, mind’s morbid bread.