Shades of Grey

I am so fatigued; my eyes have grown fuzzy, The words have turned rigid and bland. From White to Grey to Black- I can feel the slipping of sand. Every second, every minute, every day, I will be here, wasting my life away. I have happily forgotten the start, Though I suspect it began with birth. From White to Grey to Black- I am so cold and burn for rest. Block out their cries, embrace the pain, I am still here, wasting my life away. Ah my chilled relief. I fall upon a bed of glass. Turning from White to Grey to Black- My withered bones are blown to ash. My last glimpse of forlorn faces, wishing I had stayed, Instead of wasting my life away.