Gray are the streets,
gray is the mood,
gray as the rain,
grains of pure pain,
gay if I could,
away if I would,
in vain I remain.
It's all so lonely and cold,
but yet there's a small warmth
in the stillness of a lone heart.
Warm enough to not flinch.
Clouds of thought,
flood my veins
and corrode my nerves!
Please let me drown
in this liquid illusion
of happiness.
Please let me abandon this life.
Only then I can finally be free.
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