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Soul Of Shadows - 3 am
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They waited until the sun went down before allowing their fleeting memories out of its cage of sorrow. The pity one felt for another rest heavy among the creature they once named Friend.
Heavy arose to call around the the somber light lit up by the moon, the stars, the reflecting street that saught to seek once more.
Everything broke down in shambles as they who once knew of crying trees and dying seas had risen amongst the shadows to seek again. To seek of fear that one's own mind put upon them as they held their heart in heavy ancor.
In heavy abounds of flashing floods did the tornado sweep of broken dreams and bountyful evenings that found themself a new person.
As the sun set one more time across the days wishes and dawn's slumber did it only occure to them that nothing could be made a clear fiction of the world they called home. That nothing could be found once more the home they called in the living lights of the moon.
Everything broke down and floods of crushed souls broke into streams of heartache. Heartache became the thoughtless nights in which the souls arested themselves to the shadows of the street lamps. And to the street lamps had the dreams become reality they knew the fortune would flood it's way to ones head as one saught to find once more a person willing of care.
Attention pay close mind to the person who knew nothing of the sort and to the person who's knowledge fled, they knew everything else.
The broken minds of the people as the streams swept through the creeking town after the shadow took hold of the sorrowful memories that lay in the cage of fleeting metals and brine.
Oh weary to the souls who's sounded slumber was entramped by those who memories flood their ranks of limbo. Woe to thine that call upon the sorrow of the fleeting metals that rusted away in ones greatest unknowing knowledge. The attention of ones care and friend and loneliness shall haunt the shadows that broken souls saught to keep hidden away.
They closed the cage, a small prayer arose their lips as they close and the fleeting fields of dying roses. The calling of names and memories played in the broken streams of shaded lights.
The streets shown sparkles from the moonlit lamps, the streets shown tear down from the people who never once thought of who they knew that would have taken care of it had they thought more of those they realized.
© ms160
They waited until the sun went down before allowing their fleeting memories out of its cage of sorrow. The pity one felt for another rest heavy among the creature they once named Friend.
Heavy arose to call around the the somber light lit up by the moon, the stars, the reflecting street that saught to seek once more.
Everything broke down in shambles as they who once knew of crying trees and dying seas had risen amongst the shadows to seek again. To seek of fear that one's own mind put upon them as they held their heart in heavy ancor.
In heavy abounds of flashing floods did the tornado sweep of broken dreams and bountyful evenings that found themself a new person.
As the sun set one more time across the days wishes and dawn's slumber did it only occure to them that nothing could be made a clear fiction of the world they called home. That nothing could be found once more the home they called in the living lights of the moon.
Everything broke down and floods of crushed souls broke into streams of heartache. Heartache became the thoughtless nights in which the souls arested themselves to the shadows of the street lamps. And to the street lamps had the dreams become reality they knew the fortune would flood it's way to ones head as one saught to find once more a person willing of care.
Attention pay close mind to the person who knew nothing of the sort and to the person who's knowledge fled, they knew everything else.
The broken minds of the people as the streams swept through the creeking town after the shadow took hold of the sorrowful memories that lay in the cage of fleeting metals and brine.
Oh weary to the souls who's sounded slumber was entramped by those who memories flood their ranks of limbo. Woe to thine that call upon the sorrow of the fleeting metals that rusted away in ones greatest unknowing knowledge. The attention of ones care and friend and loneliness shall haunt the shadows that broken souls saught to keep hidden away.
They closed the cage, a small prayer arose their lips as they close and the fleeting fields of dying roses. The calling of names and memories played in the broken streams of shaded lights.
The streets shown sparkles from the moonlit lamps, the streets shown tear down from the people who never once thought of who they knew that would have taken care of it had they thought more of those they realized.
© ms160
