i'm cast away 
there's so grey day

my feelings are coloured in grayscale
my tasks and my aims are entirely failed
to break up my process i've no result
to break up my process is too difficult

my forecast has no cast

my eyes and my faces do not monitore
the half of a brain is [bad word] store
my data is harmed organized in row
processing of life in my body's low

troubles are forming 
body's brainstorming
files are disabled
forecast is fade (out)