The Greys

In the madness I am caught between what to be and what to mean "All the words lost," she says, "and I am tied and tortured. All the words left," she says, "hard, jaded and absurd, And when I say I love you, it's not enough to make things clear, And when I say I love you, it's not enough to make things clear. Walk with me through the debris of a dying tyranny What's left to hold on?" In every story's end We turn to start again