Friday, March 15, 2013

It feels like the end.

Closing up shop and locking doors.
Turning up lost in some unknown.
"Don't wait... ," you say.
You say "... they've gone home."
You sleep with the lights off when you're alone.
Silence so mighty you go deaf;
Bombs are going off inside your chest.
I know you wanted to be loved
But you're bleeding left alone... so, so, so alone...
Singing where does time go from here?
Darkness swallows a dying star.
Makes no difference what you're running from.
The voices follow you into the dark...

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