Keep your vigil, whispers of gray –
Speak of what I do understand.
Assault the evil glare of day;
It doesn’t speak for my heart –
Rather for the city made of stone
Which knows no bounds of hate.
On this day, I’ve fallen asunder;
No love for the pieces that remain.
This day has nothing to offer.
Your neutrality fills me whole;
Share my haven with this mute
Though you are harsh but truthful.
Engage me, oh – whispers of gray –
Until I can bear its façade –
I will bleed for a better day.