A homily of the Waste
Grey.
Always grey.
I lie still.
Colors bleed.
Grey.
Unending grey.
The world turns.
The wheel spins.
I lie still.
Grey.
Unending grey.
I feel.
I felt.
I bleed.
I bled.
The world turns.
The wheel spins.
Grey.
Always grey.
I wonder.
I pause.
I ask.
Am I?
Are we?
Are they?
Grey.
Unending grey.
Crave the cold.
Yearn for pain.
Beg for sense.
Grey.
Always grey.
Ask for food.
Pray for rain.
Plead for help.
The world turns.
The wheel spins.
Grey.
Unending grey.
Always there.
Always here.
Never stopping.
Never ceasing.
Grey.
Always grey.
Lie still.
Leave all.
Colors bleed.
Life stills.
The world turns.
The wheel spins.
Grey.
Unending grey.
Nice, except you misspelled "gray".
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