**Grey Is Still a Colour**

Standing still — all black. Pit dug. Sarcophagus lowered. Death smells. Stinks even. And the once vibrant blue turns grey. Sky wailing — clouds frowning — wind groaning — once vibrant greenery turns grey. *The end.* Wait—a beginning. Sitting lonely. Sweatpants and shirts — grey like the mind’s clouds. Whispers coming, source unknown. Thoughts bleak. Masks donned. Six feet — no reverse, no return. Another dead grey end. Disassociation × Discontinued Diagnosis, Disarray Disection injected Hopeful — grey awakes.