WrittenThenForgotten

The colour of grey is what runs through my veins A fortunate absence of colourful stains The mismatched sense of duty is all that remains In a world where everybody lies. Only distasteful shells are scattered about Enforcing the liberty they live without To what will these killers truly amount? In a world where everybody dies. Surrounded by only an absence of wealth With a desperate skin, an illusion of wealth I will surely fail if left by myself In a world where nobody flies. Misfortune blinds the eyes used to see They shall be avenged, a solemn decree Defending false hopes and false liberty In a world where everybody cries. This nation