Nameless

does anything ever really matter

inside this world called your own,

as final journeys begin long empty flights

to destinations leading nowhere,

lonely songs burn till the very end,

crying out one last time

for injustices they have endured

while running from truths

they can never face;

come with me now,

feel the forgotten past

whose frozen hand reaches out,

touching places unseen with a

silent icy touch

in hidden empty fields

where it all plays out;

it rises,

a dark and mysterious shadow;

how could it not?

it has been there all along,

patiently waiting

for this time to begin,

feel it now

as it draws closer

in this place you call home,

that which is clear becomes confused,

mixing with those deep dark places

which never were to begin with;

goodbye my friend,

it was a good fight,

now is the time

for which you have waited,

running down this crowded highway;

never to return.

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