Grey
By Nightcrawler
Grey is my lover He waits in the mist. Like a silent dark demon Waiting to be kissed. He has no emotion No passion for me. Or for other people That any can see. He plays his sweet music On a fiddle of blood. With his eyes tightly shut Tears come like a flood. There is his true love I am merely a thing. The music is played And I get to sing. His eyes are like pits Dark as any layer of hell. And I am still caught In their entrancing spell. Grey is my lover And I, a spirit of the fog. I've been dead for 10 years, Still he waits in the bog. He plays his sweet music Only for me. My death was the end. Now he dies of ennui. We are together at last, Seen as lights far away, Will-o-the-wisps are we, And here we will stay. So listen my friends To our melancholy song. We still are together, For our love was so strong. Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 06:47 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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"Grey is my lover..."