Gray skies, Cold tears

Eyes filled with sadness.
Empty rooms and Empty hallways barren, and dry. All smiles turn into frowns and all laughs turn into cries.


Anyone you saw wouldnt look nor stare at you. Your skin turns pale and time seems to freeze. You can't move, breathe, or think. Your blood turns from red to blue and your eyes slowly close. Your last chance to breathe ir your last chance for anything.Five seconds left to recover and save your soul. Questions pop up, have you been good or bad? Heaven or hell? But you know yourself and let go. You must be a good person. You let people know youll always be there.