• Grey skies.
    Staring eyes.
    Mournful cries.
    All hope dies.

    An aerial view
    Of them and you.
    There's no take two.
    It's the end.

    The color is black.
    Happiness we lack.
    And with a crack
    The thunder's back.

    First dirt then stone
    Over skin and bone.
    You're all alone.
    This wound won't mend.

    The moment fades
    And goes away.
    So dare I say
    The sky's not grey.