I walked upon
an empty grave
gravely sobbing
of lost hopes
hoping to throw its ghost against
the people
they ran, knowing nothing but the status quo
angry with themselves
suffering in denial.
suffering in a gas station parking lot, I
am waiting to hit the floor
wating for,
wait, what am I waiting for?
the silence to be filled back with people, even though
there is a constant fear of people
I'd rather be in fear than be alone
with nothing but a cigarette and heartache
I felt drowned out by the rain
but don't be mistaken
the rain falls from my eyes hitting the ground
so loud
that silence goes quiet
and there is nothing
but city lights
and the air
and all the people
and everything else there was before