Grey
Her name is Grey
She draws me near
Whispering always in my ear
Dark swirls created
In my mind
Only fear that's left behind
Her eyes in mirrors
Watching me
Only blackness no mercy
If I could feel
I might be scared
But my feelings taken unprepared
She washes over me
Like choking mist
I've tried and tried I can't resist
I scream in protest
She shrieks along
Yet all they hear is a happy song
And so I fall
To her embrace
And let her finally take my place
Her name is Grey
She draws me near
Whispering...whispering always here.
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