The Grey Disguise
I see smoke billowing out from the horizon
The grey strokes swirling and twisting into the tangerine sky
The painted canvas appears to deceive
Dark silhouettes loom large, the end draws nigh
I see distant hopes choke on the toxic
The clouds drift away, in search of tranquil
Such a meek surrender to the hostile
No, there is no grace in this goodwill
I see dark malice embrace the unsullied
The salvation that once set you free
Chains you to the dungeons of your sycophantic soul
I see the slow poison consume, and I don't like what I see
Copyright © Suman Reddy | Year Posted 2015
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