Gray is so deathly I watched it all, blood red From tires you bring guilt You deliver them no reprieve From the window, you look much sweeter Down on the pavement, you couldn't make hell any deeper You're still half beautiful though Every breathing lung disagrees Your ***** blood is all you have to show I won't recite you stories, you're dead Just bury this in your non-existent grave I ponder upon your disintegrating- I'll think I amend the vultures that choose your corpse You'll have that home you wanted Even if it's for a little while