Silent Decay

What do you call it

Mastery disguised as awkward

Defiance wrapped in a silent blanket

Soaked with gasoline

It seems the world has need for a trail

And it burns within his eyes

To find truth

within the tangle of lies

Sometimes

the charcoal colored sky

Wrought with mankind’s pain

Gives way to spectacular sun

Other times

the sky strangles light

And the world feels a drop blood

It knows

time is no longer our friend

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