Pale Grey Monochrome

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You can Build as many frames as you want Only your own life allows you to find your path. You can Build as many frames as you want You can write as many books as you want Line after line, line after line Leading to the same pale grey monochrome Pale grey Like a canvas where you can paint your own way, adding your joys, your fears, and your pain Line after line, painting on your soul Leading to the same pale grey monochrome Pale grey monochrome You can write as many books as you want Your own life allows you to find your road. Like a page where you can note your own days, drawing your birth, your life, and your death Line after line, writing on your wall Leading to the same pale grey monochrome Pale grey monochrome Line after line Leading to the same pale grey monochrome Pale grey monochrome.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Fighting against the winds in my throat Trying to keep my words from these rats These rats From a clever mind to an empty shell Slowly losing all my consciousness Like sand flowing between my nails Diving from brightness to the vast coldness Inner sufferings struggling through my head Hope will be found in closed eyes From an empty shell to a better mind Quietly returning to consciousness Like sand flowing through my veins Emerging from sadness to renewal Inner sufferings extracted from my head Hope will be found in closed eyes Falling …towards …the tales Leaving… behind … the tales Falling …towards …the tales Leaving… behind … the tales Tales from an empty shell Tales from an empty shell From a clever mind Tales from an empty shell To a better mind Struggling against the storms in my throat Unable to keep my tongue from these rats From these rats Tales from an empty shell Tales from an empty shell

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I have walked many years trying to give a sense on things, I still don't understand Writing scars on my skin Hammering spikes on my brain Writing scars on my skin Starting at the end Hammering spikes on my brain Like drawing circles Starting at the end Like drawing circles I have started many things trying to give wings on a life I can’t understand getting old and wrinkled Losing fragments from my brain Ending at the start Like drawing circles

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025