How are your dreams?
Are they dark and dreary like this day?
Could you push past the clouds
that are standing in your way?
Hell, who am I to say?
Look at my world.
Its various shades of tormenting grey,
torturing the dreams it's managed to escape.
I know no kinder way to view this chaos
than to state that which it is.
And yet this hell to anyone else,
it is the place in which I choose to live.
