forgotten windows
cracked pillars and dead hallways.
decomposition;
the nostalgic scent of death.
we call this utopia?
stains on the carpet
we call this utopia?
time no longer flies
it only sits in stagnance
as we wait for the ending
a light from afar
as we wait for the ending
could this be our End?
(yet hope, forever lost on)
(disapplication of death.)
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