Macabre reality
What is it
Is it not
Does it matter
No it doesn’t
No it wouldn’t
No it shouldn’t
How could it
How could anything matter
On a macabre black and white and grey
Rainy day
With no colors to express the way
And no way to express the colors…….
And a sun with no shine
And a day without time
Past day but not night
Just shallowness and insecurity
And madness and sadness
And self righteous  impurity
And a grey moon
In a dark sky that’s not dark
Like fire with no spark
Like a world that’s sad and sullen
that bleeds and screams to die
While we cry at the sky and ourselves from afar
even though were right next to each other
Like no other