grey could lift my mood,
Gently placing my mindset back into the drab life that I endure.
Pleasurable anger, nevertheless.
Incessant sounds fill my mind
[Stop shoveling crisps into your fat gob]
Slapping your tongue on your chubby hands,
Where is the grey
Spitting and slobbering as you grunt
An aristocrat would hunt
The tinned snare the yakking bitches,
[No I do not care for your mundane day-to-day lives]
I’m sure the majority of this box
Would rather that you die
[[[[Or is that just I?]]]]]
grey’s a funny one
I hear. a rush of colour and heavenly chemicals break free
Free from all, for all!
The transcendent lucidity incredibility instability
Eager adrenaline pushing aside the fretfulness
We tried similar experiences once or twice,
A strange view to the other side,
I watched my friends follow the vibrant future
Yet mine had grey so I did stay.
Just like before we even knew