November 20, 2008
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I’ve seen grey
Grey is a nothingness
Grey is the miseries of life all compacted into one insignificant speck

Grey brings me what’s expected
The prospect of surprise
The expectancy of the surliness
Of an approaching wicked
Deeply embedded in an active mind

It tells me what’s expected
The tangibility of a soft, lingering
The thought of impending disaster

Grey reads me the runes etched with the omens of my passing days
Of a spiraling slump
A revolving continuation of
Somber acts

Grey shows you everything
Everything you never asked for
Everything you hoped to never see
The presence of wandering morbidity
Yes, I’ve seen grey and I know his grimaces

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