Shadows and whispers
Engulf this broken street
Where empty souls meet
To admit their defeat.
Whispers grow and
Shadows spread while
The streets empty
In this city so dead.
The whispers raise to screams
As the shadows deepen the night
Abandoned souls bottle
The pain with all their might.
Their hearts burst and they
Bottle screams for the agony,
But can no longer bear the
Pain and cry out their symphony.
They're left to crumble
In the vacant street
Not wanting to repeat,
Having admitted their shameful defeat.
**Yeah, I know it sux, and I don't even know the point. I'm not exactly sure where I was going with it..it just sort of came out. Please rate and comment***
