'Tis but a f*****g grey day for me now.
One that I care not to meet.
Wherefore is this grey f*****g day,
should sit in here now?
Now of all times,
For all times have been now,
Until they became then.
And it grates upon these
That move my body amongst the living.
As they seethe,
Shaking their anger throughout my bones... as if to
Such a need to explode.
For this time ticks slowly,
Through this, the greyest of all days.
Waiting for now to
And it tears me apart,
But I cannot escape this terrible pain.
Ripping, devouring the bones within my
Draining my life's blood.
And wherefore is this f*****g grey day,
That I should sit in here again?
What f*****g tale to tell now?
Of tears uncried?
Only the sweat of writhing agony.
The eyes shed no
For a mind gone insane...