Grey is Pastel Black (Patreon)

Morning, chat :)

It's time for me to sleep; I'm not gonna do more to this any more than I already have. But this one wasn't too hard to make. Compared to my usual, it wasn't too much if I pretend there's nothing wrong with it. I wish I could compliment myself. Honestly I know this is good but I can't like tell myself it's good even though this might be one of my favorite poems I ever made. OKkkay I gotta get to bed psycho. Love yall. Like so fucking much. ik the economy sucks so it means more than ever that all of you are still here. Please dont leave. ever. i have so much more to make and you have to be here for me.

_Paint me pastel black and I will scurry up the veilParched amid a summer creek and born amidst the hailMary and the Mother and the Piper pied as IPaint it pastel black because nothing grey can die

Gorgeous in the way that she cried a white wolf murderCrows pecking beats and bleats of sheep, they only drive me furtherGrey is slower, tar and snowy, side of the road when winter’s done being rosyGrey is Pastel Black andWe do best singin' of posies

(Singin' of posies)(Singin' of posies)

In the hours before dawn does the moonlight compel sinners as doMen of handsome will break through my beautiful and bitter, when mySomber mourning dress concedes my summer morning best, nothingGrey can ever witherI am pastel at its best¹.

Paint me pastel black and I will scurry up the veilParched amid a summer creek and born amidst the hailMary and the Mother and the Piper pied as IPaint it pastel black because nothing grey can die

In the quiet morning hour, when the birds sing to the bugsBeneath the leaf litter and sleet whereAll my best friends loveI find myself all mute and myrrh andPastel past it's dueDon't paint me black when all I wantIs one night left with you

Paint me pastel black and I will scurry up the veilParched amid a summer creek and born amidst the hailMary and the Mother and the Piper pied as IPaint it pastel black because nothing grey can die

_¹Fixed it :)