Outlines of faces behind translucent shroud
Hinting of eyes and whispers of lips
Peak out from the gauzy sheet
Like covered screams or sinking ships.
Brokedown Palace is where we lay our head
Amidst the bitter ruins of better days
With the rubble of stars as our pathway
With the broken hearts the distant blaze.
Green tinged skies hide the grayness that still is
Showing the scars of the land and of the sea
Cloudless above but no sun shines here
An eternal life of manufactured purgatory
Searching for hope that could bring new joy
To many a mangled and fractured life
Grasping for vines and digging for roots
To remove oneself from this eternal strife
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