Mr. Gray
my name is Mr. Gray.
i cannot feel today.
the clouds around my head and heart wash everything away.
i wish that skies were blue
and i knew what to do
instead i quiver in a corner wondering what to do.
so many years gone by
too late to question why
i hide my face behind my fists and slowly start to cry.
soon waves of anger and remorse
start spilling out from some new source.
i do not try to hold them back until they run their course.
as tears fall down on dirty cheeks
they leave behind small blackened streaks.
the lines the final signs: a storm's been building up for weeks.
my happiness has flown away
i don't know where she's gone today.
but if you see her, tell her please.... " Go visit Mr. Gray "
Mark C. 2006
my name is Mr. Gray.
i cannot feel today.
the clouds around my head and heart wash everything away.
i wish that skies were blue
and i knew what to do
instead i quiver in a corner wondering what to do.
so many years gone by
too late to question why
i hide my face behind my fists and slowly start to cry.
soon waves of anger and remorse
start spilling out from some new source.
i do not try to hold them back until they run their course.
as tears fall down on dirty cheeks
they leave behind small blackened streaks.
the lines the final signs: a storm's been building up for weeks.
my happiness has flown away
i don't know where she's gone today.
but if you see her, tell her please.... " Go visit Mr. Gray "
Mark C. 2006
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steveneurotic:
Nice dude. I didn't know you were a writer too. Seems we share similar artistic abilities. It must be the bean pole effect. 
steveneurotic:
Hahaha. Just noticed the new profile picture. You are having wayyyyyyyyy too much fun with photoshop there marky mark. And remember.... no talk of circumcisions on Friday! 