Songs and storms
shattered glass
broken homes
operatic echoes
screaming voices
on the wind
a simple verse
of empty sin
torn pictures
litter barren halls
faded grey
memories
without color
walked away
over ashes
night and day
footsteps
in the past
where I left
my heart
to lay
3 AM:
It was 3 AM when my story ended
out alone on the street
ebony of night the bars were closed
shadows seeping into my veins
clothes and stains
hidden little pains
learning to pretend
learning to smile
learning to lie
Standing in the dark
where the body lay
forgetting the day
walking away
from what was my life
into eternity
never asking why
forgetting how
the day I died
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