TOUCH THE SPIDER!

I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE

Shades of grey

My soul is bleak

I hate the day

I’m lost in

The shades of grey

My mind is ill

A creeping decay

I curse the

Shades of grey

Morbid colors

In my self portraits

There’s a reason

The shades of grey

Where’s the hope

For a better day

I disappear in

The shades of grey

The sun goes down

And it’s burning rays

What remain... are...

The shades of grey