The Gray

The Gray As I sat on a park bench on what appeared to be an ordinary day, All of a sudden comes a change of winds and along comes the Gray. As I sat alone in that dark deepening haze; It felt cold, gloomy as if sealed in a granite wall maze. The fog was so thick and dim it hung frozen in the air There’s not a beam of light shining through; this Gray will not tare. The wind whips up its pace into a devouring breeze that consumes me, It's then I realize I am stuck in a Hell that's become reality. As time slithers by, I hear a voice call out from the murky haze “It’s my hands that strip the light from your brightest days.” “Who’s there?” I cry, “Show yourself there’s no need to hide.” “Foolish boy I’m what’s stored away in your empty heart ... I am what makes you whole when you’re torn apart. So don’t be afraid, for I will no longer hide I’ll soon become your nothing inside.” A silhouette of a female figure draws near, I feel a foreboding of terror and tremble with fear. A pale white face breaks through the haze of Gray Her clouded eyes beam a message “With me you’ll stay” “Who are you!” I demand. “What do you want from me?” She drifts in closer hands extended, eyes beaming with intensity. In that instant I become hypnotized by her eyes My mind goes numb and body is paralyzed. “Don’t be scared; this won’t hurt one bit. It's a gift from me to you; life isn’t permanent.” She leans in to my face, puckering her rigor mortis lips When her cold skin touches mine my soul rests at her finger tips. With her mouth over mine, she blows cold breathe into my empty lungs, The air inflates my soul making it feel like it weighs tons. Once she inhales, the weight lifts the pressure off my chest, With my soul in her hands it feels like a soft caressed. “I’ll be your warmth in the eternal blizzard of the grave, Relax your worried heart; there is no way in Hell you’ll be saved.” Sitting alone on that park bench I knew without her having to say, That my soul would remain with hers bound forever together in the Gray.