Words, they slowly fade
Like street lights turning dim
In ruin, nothing lasts
Curtains, they tend to draw
Like a clock that went berserk
In ticks, there is no escape
Tyrants, they never live
Like a history so unneeded
In blood, they only die
Killers, they do get caught
Like a chase that went all wrong
In handcuffs, there is boredom
Clouds, they float so high
Like ceilings above the roof
In heights, there are no limits
Stars, they never cease to shine
Like a twinkle in the sky
In galaxies, there is nothing but hope
1 comment:
but of course.
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