October Tide - Grey Dawn

I painted with rain the sight of the daybreak,
as being in need of a momentary remake
the life I am leading is the way of depravity,
a threat th my already poisoned sanity

grey dawn, everlasting

hope is utopia for all that I know,
when counting the seconds time moves so slow
I can't feel any will to be part of this fight
a cure is however to put thrust in the night

I learn from this life to hide from humanity,
and night has told me how to kill my anxiety
the ghost of my smile dances in the pale,
and I know all my efforts most likely will fail