Grey

On days like today, the sky seems so pale,
So sick, and diseased,
Almost as if the world is about to cry,
No more life, just dead bodies drifting across the sky.

All of the colours of the rainbow slowly fading,
All the colours of the rainbow gone, will they ever come back?

So cut off from the living world,
It makes us feel, hollow and hungry
On the verge of starvation,
Nothing is left in an empty sky, just grey.

Like the smoke, it warps itself into every angle,
Like the fog, an eerie danger, an unknown entity.
An unexpected twist,
A spiritual mist,
Nothing is left, but fog all around.

It has a lack of meat on its bones,
So dull and dry, and bitter like ash.

Spawned by Black and White,
Black, so deep and haunting,
White, so vast and eerie,
Grey is a masked fear of emptiness.

Uniting shades of Black,
Merging shades of White,
All mixed up into one form,
It sparkles in between.

It circles, the shadows of the day.
Swallowing up the sky,
Swallowing up the earth,
Dead rainbows all around,
Just sparkles of Grey.