From all sides now,
The gray scale life intrudes.
Burning through the individuality,
And joy. Minds become
Similar, and life is nothing more than
What happens.
Stay alive, don't get into trouble,
Don't get yourself in trouble.
The stifling of creativity;
Life is
Bleak;
Bland;
Boring, a life not lived,
But existed.
One soul tries,
Gripping to sanity in the
Roar of painful silence,
The low hum of an eternity
Of dull repetition.
A whisper,
A glint in the darkness of day,
Though the Blackness of noon;
Hope, given to the soul.
Individuality,
Rings though the mind;
Engulfing the senses.
Hope for individuals,
Almost tangible to the withering
Young soul.
Ending , in the way all hopes do,
Of a Gray scale world do,
In dreams. Crushed by the heavy
Similarity and Repetition.
The curse of a common goal.
The soul, now gray, similar
Never remembers.
Bleakness,
All it knows:
Repetition,
Repetition.
The sting of gloom swells,
The pain
Of the gray scale life courses.
Burning the humanity,
Of world full of lost,
Hopeless souls.
Thump-thump, Thump-thump,
Thump,
Thump.
The soul,
The soul of hope,
Of individuality and humanity,
The heartbeat of the world
Dying.
Fading.
Lost. To the gray scale world,
May the hope it held, rest in pieces.