The Grey Space

Spaces between lives seem
meaningless except for poison
lost in conscious exploration
of myself in self hatred

The sun left me here weeping, screaming
forgotten in the end
dead but for dreaming
The moon can't see me bleeding, screaming
unwanted in the end
bled dry from feeling

Sunset, sunrise, cycles
meaningless here enchanted
wander on in search of something
to replace my self hatred

nothing here seems to be colored
dry as ash to taste
I can feel my senses dulling
the more I visit this dying place

The sun left me here weeping, screaming
forgotten in the end
dead but for dreaming
The moon can't see me bleeding, screaming
unwanted in the end
bled dry from feeling