Eternal Gray – last testament of the junkie

Monstrous tentacles ploughing through my veins
Reaching into my deep thoughts at night
Hunting me relentlessly and without stop.
As I peer through the window sill
I catch a glimpse of light and smile,
Its been dark for quite a while
But somehow I still have not forgotten
How color looks like
Even though I now perceive the world,
In shades of gray
I guess that gray is a perfect mix
Between two ends that do not often meet
Or at least for me they don’t.
In its banality I feel at ease
Or probably rather more accustomed to
Why look for color?
When you can paint your life in gray
Why even bother to improve
When you can always use the gray
Into my veins it clenches tight
Onto my very blood cells
There is no need to fight
Soon even the color within me will disappear
And I will become one
With eternal everlasting mediocrity

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