Friday, January 24, 2020

no one lives here anymore.

a window shutter rattles in the wind
deaf walls stand witness to the nothing
that permeates through such places
filled with ghosts without faces
it's always darkness here
in the absence of love or fear
only a silent whine
that moves like a shark
looking for a prey
desolation doesn't even begin to describe
this place where nothing has survived
empty, vacant, void, are only words
that can't fill this vacuum of everything
even death has passed by this place
with a sigh for there is nothing here
only the ticking sands of time
that fall, to bury it all
no one lives here anymore

from a dream

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