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gray grey greigh as the world

pennywise

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there is a room in my mind
this room in gray
there are four walls in this room
the walls are gray
the clock on the wall is gray
the books on the shelves are gray

there are windows on a wall of this room
the windows look out onto the banks of a frozen lake
the lake abuts the treeline of a forest
outside the windows it is gray
the lake is gray
the forest is gray
the ice on the naked branches is gray

there are bodies beneath the ice on the lake
these bodies are all me and the people who i supposedly love
the bodies are gray
their flesh is frozen and you can see the dark creepers of veins beneath the skin
the faces of the bodies are gray

there is light that shines through the window onto the floor
the floor is gray
the light itself is gray

fog creeps up to the window
pressing its face to the cold glass
breathing frozen exhalations
the fog is gray
its face and its breath are gray

i take a book from the shelf and read the words on the page
the page is gray and the words they are gray

it is gray
all of it
everything
in case you haven't guessed by now

but my eyes see the gray
and my mind thinks in gray ideograms
discerning the value and the hue
until things collapse
and the truth of things becomes muddled refractions
like gray paper dolls on a gray backround

a gray voice speaks in my mind
do you see
it asks
do you see the way of things as they are
and i see
i see all too clearly from my dusty gray room

and now i look down into the yard by the frozen lake
and i see a crowd gathered around a pole driven deep into the frozen earth
there is a man tied to the pole
gray flames lick his feet
and he screams
grayly
his face is my face

and the crowd has turned as one
facing me with eyes of steel-dagger death
and their faces are my face
they stare at me
i stare back
and i scream on the stake as the fire consumes me
and i scream from my window
and all of it is gray
all of it is gray

all of it.
 
Despite all the repetition (or maybe because of the repetition?), I found this fascinating. You've executed the concept well.
 
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