All was still,
Not a sound to be heard,
Not the wisthle of a bird,
Time kept ticking,
And thoughts kept thinking,
Not a footprint to leave behind,
Not an mark to be find...
All was dark,
All was night,
Not a light to be seen,
Not a lanternpost to lean,
Time keeps drifting,
Thoughts keeps stinging,
Not a heart to beat,
Not a car on the street...
All was silent,
All was still,
Not a sound to be heard,
As the world came to an end,
Nothing was as we knew it before,
Nothing was anything anymore...
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| My bones are not dirt, They are a soulless house, Where once was lived, My bones are not dirt... |
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