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Echoes of desolation
Nothing is what it used to be.
My screams, my gentle whispers, carry pale desolation.
Surrounded by empty wind as it rushes past me, I impart them a melancholic strain.
Dark nights are accompanied by solitude and smoke.
The cycle of grief still lingers; how many winters are gone.
I'm lamenting, still, everything's the same, just the home.
Traveling in back alleys beneath the city lights,
Searching for my life.
Shattered windows of my house, crushed shards beneath my feet, know my woes.
Sleepless nights, wandering insomniac in a ghost town.
All I want to know is to escape,
My heartache and raining despair.
Too deep in thoughts, need for love and crave for pills.
My dream, my master, and isolation are all I know.
I wish anguish leaves or tell me where to go.
© raionSAMIOKA
My screams, my gentle whispers, carry pale desolation.
Surrounded by empty wind as it rushes past me, I impart them a melancholic strain.
Dark nights are accompanied by solitude and smoke.
The cycle of grief still lingers; how many winters are gone.
I'm lamenting, still, everything's the same, just the home.
Traveling in back alleys beneath the city lights,
Searching for my life.
Shattered windows of my house, crushed shards beneath my feet, know my woes.
Sleepless nights, wandering insomniac in a ghost town.
All I want to know is to escape,
My heartache and raining despair.
Too deep in thoughts, need for love and crave for pills.
My dream, my master, and isolation are all I know.
I wish anguish leaves or tell me where to go.
© raionSAMIOKA
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