Everything is dead

by emo gurl   Jul 15, 2008


The sky is dark
The sun has set
The trees are still
The grass is we

The wind is quiet
The air is cold
The people, asleep
The buildings, bold

Nothing moves
Nothing speaks
Nothing whispers
Nothing shrieks

Everything is quiet
Everything is said
Everything is empty
Everything is dead

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