Turning grey

I rob myself of night and day, In dark I lie and waste away. The months they come and years they fade, I see my eyes are turning grey.

I know myself too well to pray, My empty words will fall in vain. The days they leave, and weeks they change, I see my heart is turning grey.

I see my death as sweet escape, Lay roses on my resting place. The minutes tick, and hours race, I see my skin is turning grey.

Right here I plant my final grave, In tangled roots and hollow caves. I burrow deep and hide my face, I see my life has turned to grey.

©ThoughtsToMyself

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