Grey

Strings of smoke hanging in the air

above the lonely heart below.

A silent prayer

for an end to the immeasurable sorrow. 

Streams of tears washing over a tattered soul,

shreaded by the gears of fate.

After losing all control,

it's so easy to soffocate.

Pitter, patter,

raindrops fall.

Cold hands beginning to quiver.

Surrounded by crumbling drywall.

Everything is grey,

since you faded away.