Desecrated Ideals,
Floundering honor
Crumbling milestones
Down the path of life
Forever in strife
Each step,
this heart bled
Stumbling and fumbling
Confusion reigns high
numb to the very core
No one to trust,
As dreams turn to dust
Each step,
Taken in dread
Sunken eyes,
Drunken stupor
haunting smile
Long forgotten,
alive, yet internally rotten
Welcome to the damned,
This mausoleum of living dead
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