Walking through streets
Of people strolling
In the grey among
The red that marks pain
The red that tinges
Others and calls attention
To their struggle
Or “unique” experiences
Red when you bleed
Under the hand of abuse
Or red when the bruises
On your mind resurface
Everyone bleeds from grey
But the redder the better
And the better the deader
Striving to be what we all
Wish to be
A deathwish of envy
For those bleeding more
Experiencing more
Than us who are grey
But who’s to say your grey
Isn’t bloody in some way
To someone else you walk
Beside and don’t notice
Because they hide their pain
Red being the sum
Of a person’s afflictions
And not their inflictions
Upon others
That they may not know of
Walking next to bloody greys
Aliens to your worst days
And we judge from what
We know
We know that you look grey
Consume Reality! 