Generation Grey

We are generation grey. We are the wasted, the goodbye. Prepared embrace, pixelized laugh, we die alone.

This world of numbers. Software lacks the words we no do not share. Rip us from our mountain caves and, oh, we are the fading.

Ribcage heartbreak, stomach pumps. This heart monitor has gone cold. The anesthesiologist abandoned. And on our health we are the choking.

Ferris wheels turn while these plastics click. Too bright eyes served on a dilated platter. We are the diverted.

We are the too sterile.

We are the unloved.

Give up now and have a nice day.