Painful anger

Slow motion pictures of days that feel ancient and cold
reasons no more to describe what lies inside
the truth is a flower that lost all of her petals...
Gray days colour my eyes...

Blood runs dry, beneath clenched fists and broken hearts
All went to a place I'll never be... vanity and cruelty are one of a kind
strong the wind blows, and I let go wishing to be gone...swept away
Gray days upon my skin...

Hatred is just another word for love...the kind that grows from the outside in
is a bitter kiss, a chilling touch, and painful hug...is all that I become...
Don't you ask yourself why I trade silence for misery? It was you all along...
it was you....
Gray days feed the shadow within....