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Into The Grey

Out of the white,
And into the Grey.

Mérde. And I thought life was fun.
Stop. Rearrange it. Reprimand it.
Correct it. Just a little.
And it’s not any more.
Let me show you a trick.
You take a cynic, of 17 years,
And throw a handful of stars.
Nothing sticks, because he never wants it to.
He’s stuck in his own ways,
Thank you very much.

Out of the black
And into the Grey.

Because nowadays tunnel visions a travesty.
A sore point. Really.
Correct it. Just a little.
Well maybe there’s nothing to correct.
Maybe cynicism suits him.
Maybe he knows no different.
Just throw a little hurt,
I’m sure he likes it that way.
Those 17 years, were
Negative ones.
And he still doesn’t know what he’s missing.
He still doesn’t know why so.
He still doesn’t know why everything annoys him.
He still doesn’t know why.
Everything.
****ing everything.
From the noises outside, to the stain on the carpet.
Its like OCD for the misfortunate.
The way people talk, the way they walk.
Its like OCD for the sinners.
And purgatory doesn’t seem to bad a place.

Because I crave the in between.
The only thing I can’t see.
The only thing I can’t feel.
The only thing I can’t see.
Because I’m set in white,
I’m set in black.
Why can’t I set myself
Into the grey.