Shades of blue and grey.

Very dull colors.

Tis how I feel.

Hopefully yellow tomorrow.

Happiness would be nice.

I fear the worst.

Green, curiosity maybe.

Even jealousy sometimes.

Who can we trust?

What the hell is trust?

What is family?

What is love?

Simple words that only have a meaning,

because everyone fears being alone.

It's sick how humans have to have something to follow.


Religion creates zombies.

Mindless and following, but will tear apart everything else.

Hate. They all hate what they don't understand.

Stubborn, hard headed bastards.

Death will catch them soon.

His scythe will trip them up.

They will try to run,

but hit the dust.

Get dragged under the ground.

Can't breathe...