Its been overcast
For almost a week now
Heavy clouds hang low
Like a sponge or
Like thick gray soup
Boiling overhead
And tiny blue gray raindrops
Are drooling from the sky
I am gray
Even my thought are Gray
Sometimes I think
I think that I could cut myself
And that somehow
Somehow things would get better
I think that if I cut myself
I'd bleed
I'd bleed gray blood
And I'd drain all the gray
Right out of me
But i can't
I made a promise
A promise that I will try to keep
And now there's
No sign
No sign of sun
No sign of blue Skies
No sign of hope
No sign of life around me
Just a sign that death will come
Death will come soon
And then
My gray blues
Will fade away
 
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