the village streets glow on
moon about to rise
but not a soul to be seen
no reason for the end of anything

drawing in the cold sea air
nearby city sirens scream out
another half filled dream
an unobtainable piece of history

silhouettes of the valley face cast shadows
rocks tumble and turn about
insects freeze and run riots
people loan money without doubt

chased sun light creeps out of my home
crossing the void that is left
turning this nothing night apart
quickening my silent beating heart
holding in my breath
like a ghost in the dark
I turn on the light.
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