Gray Decay

"once more unto the..."

Gray Decay
I don't know what to say
I put my pen to the pages of another day...
and nothing comes. Not even the sun.
The light reals back into my windowsill, but only for a moment.
That light is just a memory, that serves on to torment
The moments of peace that sleep no longer hold.
For my dreams are spent chasing after some long forgotten home

I don't know what to do
But I know I want to be with you
To hold your hand, to get back that loving feeling
or at least to pretend, that I am not a broken man
As I lay shattered in your arms.
I'll try that again.

I'll try again to talk about what it is I'm feeling...
I'll try again to spit it out, upon my bloodstained ceiling...
With random rhymes that serve to time the methods of my madness
I'll try to write and try to fight to regain the past's gladness.
But the days are gray and will have their way

as long as heaven has its say

I wake up in pain, feeling sick, like the rain from outside
is suddenly my company, but it rains in my soul...
That constant wet is taking its toll
and pealing away at each passing day that I can't get a grasp

on that which won't last

but I was feeling just fine before it was mine,
I live for the hunt and not for the kill
If it weren't for love, life would have losts its thrill
but being far from where you are...is like the most bitter pill

The flower unfurls to reveal its beauty...

My words have run out,
but it feels more like spilled
upon pages of gray, that slowly decay
and are never read...

Can you read me now...

Give me a reason, for this Gray Decay that is wearing away at the light of day...