This is a meaningless poem.

Just another piece of gray trying to be a color in a monochrome world.

Just a shade of gray, trying to prove that it is better to be some-what known.

Just a waste of space that shows how there is not true color in this place we call home.

This is a meaningless poem.

I tell myself this as my mind sinks into an abyss which is just another place of a deep unkown sadness.

God, why am I even typing this?

This holds no meaning, 

And even if I had wished for it told hold any meaning,

This...

This is a meaningless poem.

But maybe to you it isn't.

Perhaps if you look deep into the meaning of this you may see it,

Even if it is just a single wisp of it.

The deep crimson color that stains my soul

The same color that had stained the bathroom floor not too long ago.

The single pull that perhaps gives a very light color to this stupid world.

But as I had said before,

This is a meaningless poem.