death to gray

fear leads like an inner messiah
listing your life's criteria
from birth till death always watching
always cautioning

but as the veil sways in the wind
you catch a glimpse of your worldly sin
who is there to tell, who will dry your tears
the ones flooded with your secret fears

time will be the one to keep your secret
never telling of the scene you set
the perfect means to end the gray
but there you are unable to say

your screams freeze with every breath
while rain pounds on the shadow of your death,
there he stands silent like a mime
his eyes speaking the words to end your time