• aesthete_03 101w

    •Shade Of Gray•

    The whole world is evolving around my fingers
    The madness and chaos is smashing my bones to flinders
    This whole world is crawling it's way to my pencil point
    Crying it's way to my finger joint
    I am afraid it will impregnate my canvas with liquid
    Too bad I cannot turn a dark world into something vivid
    My gray graphite, is not so bright
    yet I declare: "let there be a light"
    Hoping it gives light to your eyes
    Warmth to your heart of ice
    I hope these shades of gray lighten up what was not seen
    And color your long paled skin
    For your darkness cannot settle down on this canvas