Greys

It is that deep down, I know I am very vain - I feel in my heart conceits of many colors. My color always changes, I impose myself over every color like a shade, filtering out any honesty in their true tones. It's a suck, leaving grey shades, a grey cloudless sky. The grey sun, and grey hairs. It's the grey moon, growling in a grey voice many grey songs filled with grey words in grey tones.

I have grave intentions with this grey heart.