The City Is Empty
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
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The City Is Empty, which
was posted on Dec 31, 2010 by
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