Try.

I hear the shadows footstep

The audience claps in monotone

Colorless, ....shes captivating

Fog, an airplane rises to the sky

Tarmac boils black

Shes lost at home

The ladder gathers dust silent on the wall

Dogs squeal, brakes cry

The capsule over my head has 170 souls bound in foil and leather

Malice becomes common

Forward says move to count your steps, choices backfire,

hearts race towards the meaningless in the blank positive

Snow