Another dreary morning Another colourless day Whether seen in black and white Or all the shades of gray Simply one of more to come That's what some might say And that's what I've come to think But that's not me - that's not my way Every morning feels like dusk Every evening like that of dawn Feeling like an empty husk Some insane devil or demon spawn Emotions boiling and writhing Days filled with trite and spite Rage and bitterness felt towards the world The victim of some succubus' bite Empty days have come and gone Questing for something to make me whole Desperate for some meaning of existance For this shattered and tortured soul