So grey, or gray, which ever way... dark days make me feel insane no hope I stay filled with pure hate stark grays explain my current state on dope I pray endure guilt as it weighs locked away deep inside my quiet brain numb in the floor no more can I take blocked pains seep everytime I see rain run till I’m sore flow pours I release malaise infect the net using just these music plays getting depressed unless ink leaks on page dark days staring in a daze dark days searing in the blaze dark days hissing grey flames dark days make me feel disdain threats get displayed when stress begets rage I’m left dismayed best friends always betray so next I make requests for meth and sweat creates wet dress as I anxiously await when darkness invades I get lost in shame exhausted on carpet i lay haunted by the demonic things I crave hope I get saved but there ain’t no way