Tomorrow's Man - Quietly We Succumb to Faceless Grace

Reach to touch the frozen ground
Reaching up always falling down
She reaches out for something sound
Just to find she's bound

Her breath hangs aloft; poison clouds
While her skin becomes her shroud
Without a sign a hint or trace
She succumbs to faceless disgrace

She clutched for something she couldn't corrupt
A hint of something beyond the pale
A way of life built beyond distrust
A world where death sometimes fails

Though faced with eternity
She kissed the void of reality
And still without a sign, hint, or trace
She succumbed to faceless
Disgrace

Disgraced
The woman is perfected

Written by:
Christopher Albanese

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