My Days

My days are blurring over Everything turning into one dark grey The thoughts I think all different shades Cool, Dark. Subtle, Sudden. Shocking, Gawking… The greys chase eachother through my mind Leaving behind trails of letters as they stream along. Each thought like a speeding train about to come off the tracks at any given second. My days are blurring over. My mind is turning grey. Every day I try to recollect what has happened and all I can remember is grey Like the fuzz on a television screen. Like that t-shirt with the grease stains. Like the sky when it cries away its woes. My mind is turning over. My days are turning grey. I can’t focus on anything. People will speak to me and I can’t hear them. The radio static within my mind overpowering every word they scream at my apathetic face. The tornado of worthless thought destroying every useful thing I’ve ever acquired. A swarm of grey punctuation marks just streaming towards me as I sit in awe. Grey. Just Grey. My daze is grey.