Grey Day - Esoteric

'Tis but a fucking grey day for me now

One that I care not to meet

Wherefore is this grey fucking day

That I should sit in here now?

Now of all times

For all times have been now

Until they became then

And it grates upon these very nerves

That move my body amongst the living

As they seethe

Shaking their anger throughout my bones… as if to escape…

Such a need to explode

For this time ticks slowly

Through this, the greyest of all days

Waiting for now to become then

And it tears me apart

But I cannot escape this terrible pain

Ripping, devouring the bones within my flesh

Draining my life’s blood

And wherefore is this fucking grey day

That I should sit in here again?

And what?

What fucking tale to tell now?

Of tears uncried?

Only the sweat of writhing agony

The eyes shed no tears…

For a mind gone insane…