Day after day passes by
Bunched under the same grey sky.
Will the colour ever change?
Will I ever get the rainbow range?
Do I even wish for one?
When all is weighed, said and done.
Or am I destined for monochrome
Dogeared pages of a single tome.
Dreary dull, greying greyed
Opposite to the life I’d made.
The existence is bare now
To live some way, to live some how.
All the living I have to shun
To mingle, to play, to have some fun.
This is to be my penance for my deeds
A desolate carcass for the crows to feed.
Alas! Even the crows have deserted me!
They’ve fixed their sights on greener seas!
Now only am I truly abandoned
Life has departed, I’m shunned.
Again and again I wonder why
Is my destiny to try to cry.
No tears gather upon my lashes
‘Pon my skin, life’s whiplashes.