A Town Called Nowhere
A letter to the outside
A town
Beyond the borders
Called Nowhere
Diminished by its own people
Everyone running amuck
Feeding into their own tempted hands
Ghost Town is what it shall soon be called
Happiness driven out
Ironic how quickly the town faded away
Just another small blot on the map of time
Killed off by their own hands, own guilts
Lonely am I among these streets
My arms aching from this ever reaching strain
No one in the town of Nowhere
Oh, how lonesome I’ve become.
Parking lots of empty dreams
Questioning myself: “did any come true?”
Ridden of Hope
Streets of Misery
Towers of Years forgotten
Under this baking sun, the storms are too far
Violating the ever sweet embrace of the Rain
Why am I still here? I wonder aloud
X’ed out my good years
Your fool,
Zero the Forgotten Man
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