I've found beauty in a dystopia
It's not black and white
Mixed and blurred
I've found peace in the gray
Your words are pungent and course
They break me down everyday
I won't speak a word
I won't fight back
In the gray is my hide away
Home is a burning niche
Can't stand to burn too long
Your God has turned away
I'm just a lowly sinner
Love has turned into a foreign word
What I seek turns to the gray
As the hole grows bigger
I'll be sitting on borderline of life and dead
Until the grave takes me
I'll remain in the gray
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