Uprooted flowers of vivid shades
Hairs entwined in golden braids
Dancing with gleaming sun rays
Intertwined with charming decay
Ones apart of this renegade
Living life of the feigned
Life and death make a connection
Stabbed; blood flows from reflections
Time sprinkles on the dormant soul
So days will pass, with life annulled
Life weeps, its meaning betrayed
Living life of the feigned
Death wears a persuasive mask
Zombies master the morbid act
Puppets cut their own strings
Not everything is as it seems
Death will come out and play
Living life of the feigned
No love for another, yet the heart still beats?
No burning passion,yet the lungs still breathe?
No will to imagine,yet the mind still works?
The once straight road, now in a fork
A Question asked in many ways
Who is living life of the feigned?
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