The City Is Empty

When someone feels the world is against them

They city is quiet now

The breeze blowing through, undisturbed

the birds call out into emptiness

3am and I'm walking round in circles again

I look to the stars, and wonder what they think of me

Broken glass and razor blades

Ghosts and echoes of the memories that remain

The tired and the jaded

they long ago jumped into the grey and faded

Long before the natural end of their days

On the surface I'm doing fine

But the wires are scorching in my mind

the static buzz and it fades to silence

The ocean tides as the maelstrom

recedes from it's violence

They city is quiet now

The breeze blowing through, undisturbed

the birds call out into emptiness

3am and I'm walking round in circles again

Arriving home, You sleep blissfully unaware

As dreams take your hand and guide you

I've been fighting in the night, now broken and scared

It's hard to endure, something you must bare alone

I feel so impure, The cut in my soul now septic and teared

They city is quiet now

The breeze blowing through, undisturbed

the birds call out into emptiness

3am and I'm walking round in circles again

The End

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