The lights flicker on and off
Not a living being is seen
Empty on the inside,
dead on the outside.
The wind is shrieking,
the sky is crying,
the trees are howling.
But none of it is heard.
Not the endless pleads,
or the silent wails.
Not a living soul remembers
why the once lively streets
have become a run-down truck stop.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
The lights flicker on and off
Not a living being is seen
Empty on the inside,
dead on the outside.
The wind is shrieking,
the sky is crying,
the trees are howling.
But none of it is heard.
Not the endless pleads,
or the silent wails.
Not a living soul remembers
why the once lively streets
have become a run-down truck stop.