Echoes in the grey

Another day, another blur,
Fading voices I once heard.
Every color drains away,
Left with echoes in the grey.
Is there a way to break the cycle?
Or am I bound to fade with time?
Am I alive or just a sound?
Drifting lost, never found.
If you hear me, pull me through,
Or let me drown inside the blue.
Nothing changes. Nothing breaks.
Trapped inside this hollow space.
Still waiting for the sky to fall,
But maybe it was never there at all.

Dark Cyberpunk Techno with Haunting Melodies and Heavy Beats