Grey Dawn

I painted with rain the sight of the daybreak, 
as being in need of a momentary remake 
the life I am leading is the way of depravity, 
a threat th my already poisoned sanity 

grey dawn, everlasting 

hope is utopia for all that I know, 
when counting the seconds time moves so slow 
I can't feel any will to be part of this fight 
a cure is however to put thrust in the night 

I learn from this life to hide from humanity, 
and night has told me how to kill my anxiety 
the ghost of my smile dances in the pale, 
and I know all my efforts most likely will fail