Penumbra

All colour is gone
 Lost time speaks a silent tongue
 Diluted sun
 Looks down on all the shadows cast
 Wrong
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 On all the shadows
 Cast wrong
 All purpose bled out
 Miscarried intention ran amok
 Pinholes of light
 Blotted shut, painted black
 What is the purpose behind this?
 Life lived, loved, eventually lost
 What is this vague emptiness?
 This vacant throne of dust
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 Still the colours are gone
 Lost time and its silent tongue
 The diluted sun
 Gone out, no shadows cast
 Anymore
 No shadows cast
 Anymore
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 Through the years, a beacon of memory
 Shines forgotten and weak
 Scattered debris of recollection
 Twisted by time's deceit
 What is the purpose behind this?
 Life lived, loved, eventually lost
 What is this vague emptiness?
 This vacant throne of dust
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 What is the purpose behind this?
 Life lived, loved, eventually lost