(I wrote this when I was in a mood. It in no way reflects my current feelings.)
Gray. It was the most profound color in his life. It was the only color in his life. It was horrible. It was home.
"As silence overtook the room, Brandon looked around. Everyone was gray. Dull and lifeless. As if their bodies had been abandoned."
He heard a noise and turned. Vinnie, the newest member to there little group, still had some color to his body, and was slightly moaning. It was as if he was holding on for dear life. Even then it was just barely.
He turned to Bemnal. His body would have rotted, decayed, and turned to dust by now if he was actually dead.
None of them were dead, but their were zero signs of life. That is, unless you looked at their eyes.
In their eyes you could see everything. You could see their past, their future, and anything about them that you wanted. It was maddening to look into their eyes for more than a few seconds.
Their eyes weren't the only maddening thing. The silence.