Grey

Grey. It's all grey. The sky. The trees. The blood. It's all grey.
Grey is the cuts on her body. Grey is the knife in her chest. Grey.
No color. No color anywhere. Grey is the sirens. Grey is the gun. GREY.....EVERYWHERE.
Can't take it. It's grey. It's all grey. Why. Why was it me. Run. Running is grey.
Safehouse. Grey. Grey is the noose. Grey.
Grey is the Hell. The land I now reside.
Cursed forever to be.
Grey.
Category:Stories
Category:Deep
Category:Poems