The Grey

Smoked out grey cells. Impotent intelligence. Its like facing the full blast of a typhoon. But then why had I to venture out and pee in the face of the storm? The backlash is numbing. A subtle yet evil grin. Mocking me. Devouring my misfortune. An affluent addiction. Raping my mind. Stripping my soul. Demeaning my existence. Bullying by body. The blistered heart braves this monster. Discovering my n-dimensional endurance. Will it suffice? Dissolving the brain in the cranium. Do I even have the time to realize? Or is it already to late? An alien comfort. So volatile. Leave it and breathe. Else blood will seethe.Walk faster, no run! Faster! Its closing in. Your last chance...