hopeless
Lark Still in the Egg
don't let the butterflies blind you
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Post by hopeless on Nov 16, 2006 22:27:37 GMT -5
On the wall a clock with no hands, Through the window a city with no people, The music sheet before me will hold no notes. The world is standing still, No regard for time or art, No one is here or there, Anywhere? Anyone? No. Some how I’m trapped, I go to scream but there is no sound, I go to draw breath, and there is no air, I’m suffocating. Every thing begins to melt away, The world itself is ending, All color is fading away, The light is dimming indefinitely, And dying alone I’m the last one.
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