Grey Would Be The Color Poem by Axley Blaze

The stress from living
is getting to me
I feel like I'm bursting
As I choke, and I bleed
I try to evaporate
I beg for escape
Like arms—my mind, they restrain
With this unbreakable, bound red tape
It's as if I am dreaming
Nightmares
As I'm walking through time
Walking through Glass Walls
Lost in some rhyme
Smoke fills my lungs.
Tears fill my eyes
It's this 'living thing' I detest—
It's my own life I despise
I feel so much rage
But nobody stops me
My heart takes the bullet
It's like somebody has shot me!
Perhaps it's for the best.
Perhaps it is the cure.
Now—I am free
Now—I am pure
Death rings its bell
Now death, it is calling
So, I continue to walk forward,
As I feel myself falling

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