Rust

A crowd in the haze, objects with a face and features of a human race. A collection of defects, pompous smiles and visual effects, casts of valor in a coffin old and stale. Hidden weight and love for sale, inevitable fear of ignorance, a broken gear, our drive is fictitious. A candle with a burning fuse, a conscience out of use, abuse of power, obsession with edification, expectations with chains, equality and blue veins, selective humanity, sanity that's out of line, a clock that doesn't match time, tiny particles of broken trust, and shiny towers, shiny towers rotting full with