Grey

living in the grey,
no difference between night or day,
not even a single word to say,
all just fades away.

all that exists is confusion,
living in bitter resentment,
can't even look upon this face anymore,
all that's known has just walked out the door.

weilding the sword from the very stone,
that had crushed and broken every bone,
the stricken chord,
a softened tone,
blinding the eyes to all that's been shown.