Grayscale

These convolutions of emotion stifle me

Strangle me to suffocation,

In an attempt to burst out of my own being

Into a nuclear explosion.

 

Without you, I feel I’m nowhere

As if I’ve lost my focal point;

As if my life’s a little vague

Little aimless, and has no point.

 

What remains are evaporated dreams,

Damp ambitions hung to dry.

One abandoned soul, a tearless cry;

One lifeless being and a grayscale heart.

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