Emotion run cold,
Lies run old,
Feet planted heavily to the floor.
Misplaced goals,
Forgotten roles,
Mold structured by dust.
Roaming soul,
Darkness below,
Empty color shadowed by lust.
Illusion bold,
Confusion foretold,
Life crutched forevermore.
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