This is something i wrote about 2 years ago for a competition. I'm only posting it because i couldn't find anything else.
Grey
Grey is the border line of life
The border between fact and fiction
where one goes when sickened by sadness and strife
to ponder the meaning of their creation
I sit here now on an air plain
grey decorating the walls, wing and weather
my mind in no man's land, like sliding down a drain
Floating in these high clouds, as light as a feather
I remember a time with laughter and fun
But now my head is as slow as shifting sand
I have heard of Goth's, how their depressed and dumb
Perhaps I should surrender to a greater power and join the ranks of the lost and the dammed.
People screaming at me to put a bullet in my head
but my friend tell me how can i shoot myself if im already dead.
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