the music of the night drowns slowly away
the noise of the crowded festival
the dancing on the broken souls
the silence of the people
the sunset is the first sign of calm
the brutal traffic of the newly deserted highways
with no surprise, the city is turning cold
the home is a place to mourn
how luxurious this place used to be
now all we listen to is the taunts of
how miniscule it has become
instead of climbing the mountain to a greater height,
some strange monster has pushed us down to nothing.
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