Penumbra

All colour is gone
Lost time speaks a silent tongue
Diluted sun
Looks down on all the shadows cast

Wrong
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

Still the colours are gone
Lost time and its silent tongue
The diluted sun
Gone out, no shadows cast

Anymore
No shadows cast
Anymore

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

What is the purpose behind this?
Life lived, loved, eventually lost