The colour of grey in the sky reflected my own mood
Dark dank and miserable
No music cry nor screams or why
Made me feel

So Empty

Maybe the moon had brushed my tide
My life on hold
Like the tint in my tea from tainted milk
My life has  become the bitterness

So Angry

Tis my time to open the door
Walk out into the colour
Let the rain cover me to a shiver
For I have a chance
I have a life

So Maybe