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Years
In ashes
Swept under rug
For concealed
Keeps
As if
The maps to
Something
Lost, but sacred
Are in the
Decaying remains.

Memories
Burnt to the ground
Before they were
Born
Wet with blood
Screaming
For oxygen.

Atmosphere
Dirty
With creation
Filthy
With tomorrow
Or
The lack thereof
Makes it hard
To breathe.

Mirrors broken
By the pitch of
The melodies of
Change
The books were
Covered in dust
Before
They had a chance
To be written
The pages fall
To rubble
As they are turned
To be finished.

Patience
Faith
Hope
Is all that is left.

Knowledge & love
Were murdered long ago
Cold
Whilst asleep in their beds.

But their ghosts
Still walk
The halls.
©2006-2009 ~thetwilight
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