" Grey"

                  
The world is grey, raining the ashes.
Nothing can fill holes in the heart.

The dream decay, the mind corrupt.
As greed paved the way, with bodies of dead.

The desire's unsatiated, burning until there's nothing left.
So, the world is grey, raining the ashes.

K.T
1/1/25

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