Slowly
Tenderly

The night falls into place and we too

We are placed down

Down onto the haunted streets

The streets where murderd men seem to be here

And their children too seem

Seem to be here but we know that they are gone

As we too know well that we too are gone from these streets already dead

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Slowly
Tender  as our self inflicted pain

Which seems to be ours but is really of these murdered men on murdered streets

Which weave in the wind

Weave strained and fragile images

Of we who once were here but are gone

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Haunted

The world is haunted by DEATH

Death that seems
Tender

Death that slowly permeates the streets

And covers everything and we do not even notice

That we are not here