Everything is grey,
The sunrise is so muted,
Drowning everything,
It cannot be disputed,
Everything is grey.

Everything is grey,
No happiness, no strife,
My hands, my thoughts,
My dreams, my life,
Everything is grey.

I watch from a place far away,
A silent, lonely visitor,
I don't like to stay,
Because, because, because,
Everything is grey.

When you have
Too many sadness
And you are
Just torn
Torn and beaten
In choosing
Which one
Of them all
Should you offer
Your tears first.

Looking
Staring at nothingness
For a long time
Gripping
Grasping for a breath
Not knowing
Where to get
That glowing
Passionate fire
Again.

The nights
Feel long
The days
Are warm
Yet the heart
Agitated, restless
And hopeless
Loneliness, grief
Eaten
Crumbles, stricken.

I took the Christmas lights down,  
they're really out of season.
My room is always dark now,
it makes me feel kind of barren.

Everything is gray
 Nothing has color anymore
Nothing makes me happy
 I can't be happy anymore
So many thing used to make me happy
 Now those things have no meaning
I'm sick of this colorless cloud I live on
 But there is no way off
If I take a step off the cloud I will fall to my inevitable death
 I will eventually die sooner then later
Right now I think it will be sooner
 I'm tired
Mentally I'm exhausted
 I want it to end....

It’s all automation.
The usual, what we are accustomed to.

To take part in the emptiness of this world,
That,
Apparently,
Seems to be the norm.

How pathetic.

Empty
Dark
Shapeless space.

How unfortunate.

The lights shining out of each individual's smile
are constantly swallowed up and CRUSHED by the bleakness of this sad, colorless world.

SMILE MORE. LOVE MORE. BE MORE THAN WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BE.

...

We complain,
Complain,
Complain,
Complain,
COMPLAIN.
ABOUT.
EVERYTHI­NG.

about everything.

No one’s forcing you to strip yourself of the things that make up who you are.
It’s just a twisted game our minds like to tease us with.

IGNORE IT.
SMILE MORE.
LOVE MORE.
BE MORE THAN WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BE.

Red Cup Red Cup, colorless backdrop
Just filled with water as its poured with the last drop.
Red Cup, Red Cup all packed with water
But the Red cup gets picked up and cracks at the bottom.
Red Cup, Red Cup, but black and white all around
The man holds it up and a drop falls to the ground.
That drop that drop, like a slow motion  flood
Is thrown to the ground with an ominous thud.
Red cup, Red Cup, now past its peak fullness
As the man sheds a tear for his entire life’s dullness.

At times
I long for a world that is black and white

Crimson sunsets would no longer make me believe that love is anything but painful

and the oceans would stop summoning for me to come home with their sapphire tides

I could be content with where I reside, for all colors would be the same
and your eyes would stop calling my name

and perhaps, it's because a world filled with grey

is merely and unapologetically mundane.