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Written during sleepless nights.
Thanks to
0rcawolf for title.
Thanks to
0rcawolf for title.oOo
It's only a couple of street lights away from home,
and all around are buildings made of black snow,
from the traffic that never made it in time.
Every one is calling out for the sun
to take away the night,
so the world can melt into a black ocean
to sink into and hide.
The rain comes pouring down like acid,
and everything disperses,
as terror runs its course.
The traffic lights refused to change,
to red from green
as they cast a sickly sheen over the scene
of ice sculptures.
An enactment of a wrath of storms,
that washes away the trees and hills
of already desolated dreams;
And in pain the buildings start to shatter
the sun a long way away,
no screams from the frosted lips of statues,
that break.
It was only a couple of street lights away from home,
the buildings now enveloped in both shadow and rime
to the terror of no-one.
No more calls out to the sun that's risen,
and the night is taken away.
oOo
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