Grey

He is grey

without a doubt of his greyness

It covers his bile edges

of deceit and clever manipulations

His grey is the facade to others for acceptance

The thick ashes from his shame

fool his friends and clients

His inner anger burnt from whichever-mother/father rejected him

He becomes without colour

A fusion of his bile and passion muddy his mind

No rainbows of life are ever seen

Only grey existence until death

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