Walking Shadows

Is there any real life left inside your parade of misery? Where your pride is a concubine to enigmatic apathy And can you read one single line Before you slice in-between Or are you just fluently oblivious, obviously Take a look through your own eyes So vacant & remiss Because it's only you and a reflection you cannot convince Is there a flicker of a pulse left inside your sulking husk? Your potential pulverized And swallowed by the falls of dusk No commiseration For the effect of arrogance So seal your fate in a hazed opaque Obscured into the past Where you writhe in stagnant splendor While our heads hang in pure disgust Now stare through your eyes So vacant & remiss Can't you see the affliction...? These are the walking shadows The ghosts of forgotten fate These are the fading echoes A final unresting place They writhe in stagnant splendor While our heads turn in pure disgust Take a look through your own eyes So vacant and remiss All that's left is a reflection you'll never convince These are the living shadows The ghosts of forgotten fate A distant blurring vision of their former rotting faith These are the fading echoes A final unresting place Empty words buried beneath A momentary majesty

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025