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Everything Turns Grey
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Everything Turns Grey

Poem By Born Frustrated

my mind is blank, and bored

As i lay here
perfectly still
with an emotionless gaze

I look up at the grey sky in my room
then it begins to bleed
down the walls the grey blood slowly moves

until it reaches the floor and there it pools..
seconds fade into minutes
minutes fade into hours and
as the grey reaches me i do not move

my body turns grey, and becomes engulfed
I close my eyes and sleep

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Comments (1)

This is really good. Is so... deep.