GrayA Poem by W. DunningIntroducing Gray. If given the chance, he will ruin you.My name is Gray. Don’t forget it. What’s my profession? Killing. I destroying people’s will to live. It takes a while, but the end result satisfies. How do I do it? Killing colors. By simply taking vibrant colors And dulling them down, People grow depressed. Why? No colors to see. Only different shades of gray. No vibrancy, no life. My favorite technique? I plant subversive ideas; A “what-if” here, A “he might be cheating” there. Give the suicidal depressing thoughts, They need more of it. Hell, they crave that s**t. The best part of my work? No one knows where I’m at anywhere or any time. I creep my way from rainy day To rainy day. Sudden rain at the beach? That’s me. Thunderclap during your picnic? Me again. I don’t need to walk or run, Sprint or crawl. I take my time. So long as there are people Who can feel miserable, I’ll be around. © 2010 W. Dunning |
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Added on June 11, 2010 Last Updated on June 11, 2010 AuthorW. DunningVAAboutI am currently a student at Christopher Newport University. In time I hope to make a career out of my writing abilities. Right now I am writing poetry and I intend to start a science fiction series so.. more..Writing
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