The Color Grey

October 18, 2011
By , Bolingbrook, IL
Morals meant to keep me afloat
How am i sinking within these oceans?
Addicted to the burn of flames
Addicted to painful emotions
Drawn towards a desolate world
Despite imminent consequence
I want this life
I want this blur
Im craving every ignorance
Sipping upon the cyanide
Choking on all on the lies
Knowing that I want this light
But maybe what is wrong is right
Twisted within complete confusion
Which reality is the elusion?
Am i missing out on life despite
The purity of my holy plight?
Tears on my pillow
Knot in my throat
Is there even such a thing as hope?
Teeth clenched
Heart broken
And grip so tight
So ill wish
I'll plead
And ill pray tonight


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