Grey Day by Esoteric
'Tis but a fucking grey day for me now.
One that I care not to meet.
Wherefore is this grey fucking day,
That I should sit in here now?
Now of all times,
For all times have been now,
Until they became then.
And it grates upon these very nerves,
That move my body amongst the living.
As they seethe,
Shaking their anger throughout my bones... as if to escape...
Such a need to explode.
For this time ticks slowly,
Through this, the greyest of all days.
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