Some Type of Grey

We pause and fret; and fret and pause: the halls of love: the
Love of walls; and life is grim; and grim is life: a feature
Grand: the brant of light. My heart and soul, a thirst for more;
The volts of wind—my grin amore; and time is faint, the

Grain of wine: the tears of love: the soul to shine; and fall the
Pulse, the ghost of lust: a need to love: a plead to trust; and
Waft a kiss, the gift of flame: despite the rift: and pools of
Pain; for gash and blood, a grudge to fight; and veil to scar—

The stars of strife; and flog the flesh—my vest and rose; and
Drift the fog—my test and prose; and whelm the soul, the
Scroll of sight; and right the wrongs—of wound and knife; and
Prowl the mind, the rhyme of flame; and graze the heart,
The climb of waves; for truth to earth, the curse of years: the
Fruits of death: the breath of tears.