It is neither black nor white
It is none
It is grey
It is neither good nor bad
It is pure
It is sad
It is neither safe nor is it risky
It is in the cliff
The cliff of agony
The grass does not wither
nor does it grow
in the area where
living isn't
I have been eaten
but I am not dying
I just stood as I fray
In the grim line of grey