Black and grey

February 9, 2016

I lay at night with not a dream to dream,

for the only thing I've ever dreamt were nightmares that still haunt me.

The day is dark but the night is darker,

And if you sleep,

further you would be into the unknown dark spaces with not a light to see,

As your eyes open from the pitch black world,

They now glare at dark grey.

How much darker can this world be?you ask,

As dark as outer space.

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