the sky is grey all day

The sky is grey all day

The sky all day is grey

 

The sky is blue but brighter than my mood

The sky is brighter blue than my mood

The sky is blue

 

The sky is black I quite like that

I quite like that the sky is black

The sky is black I really like that

 

The sky is red I wish that I were dead

I wish I were dead, blood red dead

Like a sky that is red

 

The sky is green quite horrible so it seems

It’s in my dreams that the sky is horribly green

The sky is morbidly green just like my dreams

The sky is green and disgusting and obscene

Green green enviably green

 

The sky is pink I feel my horizons sink

Just like when I am probed by the consultant shrink

The sky is pink, not my favourite colour

The sky is pink and dizzy like the shrink

 

The sky is yellow I’m such an unlucky fellow

The sky is yellow when I text you

There’s not so much as a hello

I’m such an unlucky fellow because my sky is yellow

 

The sky is orange but my future is not bright

It’s the sky at night

The sky is orange

 

The sky is an abyss there is no longer you

By my side to kiss

You are no longer by my side to kiss

The sky is an abyss

 

The sky is vaulted an expanse of the universe

My tears will not escape unnoticed

Just like my universe the sky is vaulted

My tears are like rivers

Flowing through my universe

 

My mind is closed like the clouds

Over the Sahara desert which show no rain

My mind is distant like those clouds

My mind is closed

 

My heart is empty like the locket

I wear around my neck

My heart is empty,

Chained just like my empty locket

Hanging lonely around my neck

 

The walls are thin but thick with memories

Of when we first met

The memories are plastered thick on the walls

I can hear the neighbours because the walls are thin

 

The doors are shut

The doors every one of them are shut

To block out all the noise

The doors are shut to block out all the pain

 

This house is no longer a home

I don’t regard this home a house

This place is now a cell

This shell is now a living hell

 

The curtains are drawn I can no longer see the sky

My eyes are dim I can no longer see the sky

 

My life is strange just one long strange waiting game

Just one long strange waiting game, my life is strange

 

Morning turns to noon as evening turns to night

Night turns to day

Minutes and hours pass

Days, months bleed into years

The times of my life are filled with strange fear

 

The colour of my skin is now grey no longer tinged with red

Or rose white of coffee cream but grey

My colour has drained my life is grey

 

I no longer care what colour’s the sky

I no longer care

 

There is no more sky to tire my blood shot eyes

 

The curtains are drawn I can hear my casket mourn

The curtains are drawn I hear my casket mourn

 

I am dead