HeLlO mY NaMe iS...

HeLlO mY NaMe iS...

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Broken Atmosphere




The hollow bones of this town
On the paint of no color.
No sounds to be heard in this noisy place of chaos.

Where did the city go?

Last time I saw it, The Darkness was there.
Maybe when the stars exploded
When everyone had to shut their eyes for five seconds, it began to crumble
To dust.
Nothing but dust.
And the people wandering around leaving dusty footprints behind them with only one question on their minds:

Where did the city go?

Droplets upon droplets of empty tears,
Leaking out from the cracks of hearts and pounding deep breaths into this
Broken Atmosphere.
Using the rope of our fears to stitch it up.
Letting go.
Let it go.
We already know
This home has too many scars.

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