Grey...cold morning air makes it hard to breathe.
worlds...the sky wears a somber smile today. clouds shift across the
horizon, something feels strange about this day, my chest is heavy and the
sky is falling uncertainty looms in my world of grey. i have an appointment
with death, doctors give me eighteen months to live. why? oh god why? have
you not already taken everything from me? i have an appointment with death,
doctors give me eighteen months to live.