grey

warning: this is a dark poem.

“grey”

tell me where have all the good people gone?
is there really such a thing as life?
it seems to be an illusion.

nothing tends to last forever.
things turn grey.
things turn sour.
hearts turn grey.
hearts turn sour.

and now you wonder , does anything matter if all we end up with is sadness and loneliness?
all we have is ourselves.
lonesome weary souls trying to find a way in an ocean of mindless waves.
bits and pieces of dust and blood stick together as we bathe in our tears.
what’s the point?

nothing tends to last forever.
things turn grey.
things turn sour.
hearts turn grey.
hearts turn sour.

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