isnt it grey

[scrammolly]

eachtime my neck is bound
blackness has come surround
when i lay in heavy ground
will someone be around
no one has ever found
my lifeless
second rate
mortem corpse
raped on your first date
our modern made it great
it feels now almost to late
brake my
stupid fingers
i look so sick in mirrors
haunted and thrown in splinters
isnt it great
isnt it grey