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













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A better world

Soaring into the blue skies, look down
The grey myriad of life's endless mysteries
Dreams lost in a sea of deceit
Seeds of doubt sown, look around
It's too late, there's no saving grace here

A new world, let's build today, now
Scribbled notes, capricious thoughts
A box of crayons and rekindled hopes

A world where you and I can tell the difference
Between forgiving smiles and constant fears
Stubborn pretence and true acceptance
And where the colours are infinite and beyond

A closet of cold disguises and fickle masks is no closet of ours
Let's make way for happier surprises then
And bring that smile back on your face



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