Starving Grey Lyrics Novels & Stories

White noise drowning the girl I was for thee,. You called me your flaws , a curse stitched to bone..., Said my love was a debt you no longer own,.. I’m a charity case with a graveyard of dreams,.. But even ghosts learn to scream, ... And I’m still breathing through the seams.... She got lost in it. Lost in her own head. The notes, the words, the ache behind them. She didn’t even notice the room going quiet. The guitars stopped. The humming stopped. One by one, people packed up. left without a word.

Sleep eludes me, food tastes like ash, and every time I close my eyes, I'm haunted by the crushing guilt of considering selling my first child for money. For the past hour, I've been sitting at the dining table, listlessly pushing food around my plate. I don't even know what I'm supposed to be eating; it all tastes equally revolting. Finally giving up, I scrape the leftovers into a container and shove it into the fridge, telling myself I'll eat later even though I know I won't. As I'm about to retreat to my room, my phone starts vibrating. I fish it out of my pocket and glance at the caller ID. My stomach drops. It's her. Mrs. Grey. The devil herself.

“Dimmed lights, city sighs, neon paints the street. Heartbeat echoes with yours, a rhythm bittersweet. Every glance, a whisper, a language only we Speak in stolen moments, 'neath the willow tree.” They started singing, and I nodded my head as I recognised their talent. It seemed like they struck gold with their genre because they really sang it well, Dimmed Light by Loren Grey.

He’s going to try and jump start my elevation, and I won’t be able to stop him. The tears threaten to overflow as I search for any hint of that grape security I need right now, that I secretly wish would have followed us, but it’s nowhere. There’s no frosty blues to get lost in, to run into and hide within the frosty cover of them… there’s only grey. “Go ahead then!” I scream at him, turning to face him, but his stupid grey eyes just stare back at me with no expression like always. “Say it.” I clench my teeth as I step closer and closer to him.

"Shut up." She laughed softly against his mouth. "There you go. Using me to forget them again. It's okay, baby. I don't mind." He kissed her hard, almost mean, shoved her dress up. She wrapped her legs around him willingly. He fucked her against the table edge, fast and selfish, eyes shut. Halfway through, a memory hit him without warning: Elias burning grilled cheese at three in the morning, laughing like an idiot while smoke swallowed the foster kitchen. Rainer sleeping on the floor next to Jose's bed for three nights straight during one of Elias's bad withdrawals, refusing to leave even when Jose told him to.

POPPY The noises that slipped through my throat didn't sound like my own voice. They were feral, hoarse, sometimes breathy. I covered my mouth with my hand, but that didn't muffle them, not entirely. “Take that hand away. I want to hear you,” Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot.

It wasn't just hunger anymore; it was a desperate, burning void. I stared at Gwen, my eyes pleading, hoping maybe she understood the gnawing hunger, the deep exhaustion that gripped me, the raw, exposed nerves that hummed beneath my skin. But she just rolled her eyes away, with a dismissive flick of her gaze, as if my suffering was an inconvenient dust motes in the air.

Drake “Open the door now Grey“. I said. Grey took a deep breath ans obeyed By the time the Grandmother stepped into the light of the room, the world was back in its place. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my shirt straightened, my hands resting calmly on my knees. The blood was gone. The shredded desk was hidden by the shadows. I looked like a man who had just woken from a peaceful nap, not a beast who had just been fighting his own bones.

Too tired to be afraid. Too tired to think, or fight. So I took the easiest way out— succumbed to sleep. More like eternal rest. I had experienced this before, and knew where it led— the after life. As darkness crept in, a familiar, emotionless voice echoed through the haze. “Part One of Grey Hayes—the city of Devourers has been conquered.” The words felt distant, like they were being spoken from the bottom of a well. The excitement in every word was irritable.

Another yells as the thundering paw steps from the distance have now ascended onto us. "KILL THEM ALL!" The big man shouts just as the man holding the knife to Grey's throat slides it across like the bow of a violin. Grey looks me in the eyes and whispers the word don't as he falls to the side. I watch as the chasm in his neck stretches and blood spirts out. This isn't a test. This is war. I let out a battle cry and I rise to my feet, lift my head to the sky, let my body catch on fire.