Grey is the colour
Spiraling downwards
The world around me turns grey.
No more are things black and white
As they once were
As they should once again be.
Grey, drab, bland grey.
Decorates my walls, my bed
My emotions and my friends.
Nothing they do is absolutly right,
or totally wrong.
Nothing that I do is good enough
Or rotten to the core.
Instead it keeps a steady grey.
Nothing more, nothing less.