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fallen city a life flickers in the dustfallen city by ~thymelord
a muse in the shimmering rust
fireflies dance upon the crest
an object in motion staying at rest
the fallen city alight with life
the death of order, the end of strife
gold shimmers in the abyss
the lettering is amiss
"No Your Place Demon"on a wall
the letters drip and crawl
an empty shell of peace and order
now is home to bombs and mortar
a swing set fallen on its side
now a home to cyanide
school house filled with walls of sand
to keep the cold ones off our land
the empty eyes that once help life
walk slowly towards us in this strife.
the ache the ache the pain, the pounding of the rainthe ache by ~thymelord
it falls so hard echoes in my head, the eptiness in my bed
absence, a cold thrilling chill, sweeping through my body like a pill
spreading anger and agony hand in hand, crawling across the land
a muse, a ruse, abuse. bloody billiards roll across the floor.
crude, so rude, a nude. the moment she walked out the door.
bustling bushes in my neck, breathing like a wreath of a wreck
wracking my body night after night, the entirety of the fight.
nothing is wrong nothing is right, like a slipping into the bite.
cold prison the bare, cold floor hard against the skincold prison by ~thymelord
unmoving unshaking, undoing the dark sins
a warm beating heart, beating warmth into stone
muscles soaking blood, tendrils weaving over bone
biting cracks stretch across the floor for the rain
soaking up the agony and seeping up the pain
teeth gnaw on the lips to ease away the mire
washing whirling busy swirling ebbing never tire
beauty music makes a mind lie down and pretend
bustle by the middle man and succumb to the end
a fire fueled by the very music in the eyes
breaks away the mutiny and ends in a surprise.
pillar undulating cloud of rain, stretches and pulls across the skypillar by ~thymelord
a inchworm of desolation and depression, like an angels cry
moistening the faces of the faceless ones, as they trudge on home
breaking through, a beam of light hits my face and alights upon me alone
the smile spreads like fire through me to the streets around
the city itself brightens as the music lifts the city off the ground
above the clouds we sing and dance for the glory of the king
more than miles away is the darkness never to be seen.
Pain 
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