No grey,
Living with haste,
Youthful serene happy grace.
Walking excitedly towards each day
Joy of closed eyes,
Short lived happiness,
Becoming adult.

Clenched teeth,
The stress increased,
Finding your own path.
A talent to make yours
With things to gain,
Sowing your grain
Pride-worthy mane.

Long days,
Drawn out waste,
Ever towards death’s embrace.
When the body walks to
The grave of deception,
Incinerated in subjection,
Solitary rejection.

Darkness embrace,
Imprisoned and encased,
My body to take.
Nothingness is a solitary path
With no footsteps
I leave only,
A grave.

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