Grey skies, something's brewing up.
At home, come what may.
So do what you gotta do, love.
I guess we weren't here to stay.

Was there ever a story
As sad or unjust
As that of the Lady Jane Grey?

Abused by her mother
And forced to wed
At 16 already literally
Lost her head.

In those hard times
I did love thee not.
But now I doth
At which hour I see thee rot.

Oh, Guildford, I realize
The thought yond we were meant to beest
Didst not crosseth mine own mind.

Nine days queen
Didst weaken our bond
I had not the timeth
To knoweth we hath grown fond

What's the difference between good and evil if we have the same goal? The means to attain it?

But the means are near identical, so what is it?

The last person who attained that goal is who decides. And the start of that comes with the end of life.

There could have been
more color to our canvas
but
all you left behind was
a dark shade of grey

in the  rain
i walk with you
an orange stained sky
cloudy and dusty
with nothing but grey ahead of us
rain
soaks my clothes
my hair
my heart
yet
i'm warm
and covered
with the misty,
heavy
rain.
and you laugh
and stick out your tongue
and i do
and the sky does
and i walk home with you
in the rain.

My feet step to the grey rhythm of the city sidewalks

My eyes, mirror back the steely, boxed array of enclosures that I am surrounded by

These wide-eyed giants close in on me and leave me destitute
In pulse and imagination.

I can only beg, dear mother Gaia, that you take me back into your warm embrace
Let me revel in your beauty and splendor
As you flood my senses with a vibrant assortment of colour
Bring me back to life in a miraculously lazarian-like fashion
For only you could do so

I feel lonesome hands approaching mine
to walk me through the desert.
I tense my arms against the open night sky
which cannot be pushed away.

I want you to love my grey skies,
my pensivity that rolls across mountain ranges -
the same to me as sunshine igniting streams.
Just a different lens
through which my creature plays with light.
She is elemental
and sloughs skin off the earth like lava flowing
into the ocean to close its eyes.
I'll eat my own tail
to discover what I already know.