I've grown accustomed to the gray--

Those crooked strands, and wild strays

Plucked with the hands now interlaced

To say a prayer, and hide her face

'Tis both our shame, but my disgrace

And all the same

Inside the gray

I've grown accustomed to the gray--

The in-between of night and day

From what I've seen, to what you say

It's where we've been, that makes me stay

So just say 'when,' and I'll obey--

To live and die

Inside the gray

I've grown accustomed to the gray--

Of dreary skies, and milky ways

Thе black pastels of distant stars

Whose light foretеlls this life of ours--

A flame that dies, then fades away

Like silent yawns

Inside the gray

I've grown accustomed to the gray

But still I'm haunted by the white

The blowing snow and blinding light

Which whispers low, "You know I'm right."

It numbs the skin then runs away

To revel in

Its own cliche

I've grown accustomed to the gray

But still I'm taunted by the night

The shadows fold into false light

Of pornos sold as sacred rites

Inside my home, its here to stay--

The Devil's own

Dark cabaret

"She'll never know,"

So says the gray