grey

grey the color of an august dawn

grey his unbending scorn

grey the mind that does not matter

grey another silky morn.

grey your hands untie quietly

grey ribbons that tear easily

grey the gashes healing unseen

grey the love that grew hastily.

grey every moment waited

grey every thought doubted

grey your very soul that's haunted

grey your brown eyes are painted.

mirror mirror on the wall

i know it's somewhere in me
lying forgotten
the dust that's settled and grown...
covered and sown...

and i dont remember
the last time
i actually looked at myself
without looking away...

the words that come and go
your eyes that love and... love...
and suddenly i have everything...

i wish i knew
what i'm trying to complain about...

"i want to feel beautiful for just one day and then i'll probably think of letting everything go..."

on a totally unrelated note -
college sucks. too much work. no time. no interest!
life sucks. too many people. no time. no interest!

Apathy on a Sunday Morning

Across the ocean lies a second chance
Underneath a roof, above the broken mask
Tokens of remembrance scattered around
Consume what's left of a hapless mind

Listless hands search for something to break
As malice churns out of an endless void
A distended dignity comes slowly undone
The soul degrades while the sun burns

The Holy Father weeps for an abandoned heir
As on a peaceful Sunday spent in seclusion
Merely rise to make an empty statement
And flowers wilt when butterflies are killed

The bosom craves to feel real pain
Confused about forsaken love to numbness
Unchanged are the vows, only people
As make believe morphs to destiny

And here you shall stand till eternity or so
Waiting for the ship to come in...