The flicker of a dying flame
When life is only a game
Waiting for darkness to fall
A void of voices will call
I never wanted to play
Just visions of every day
Where beauty could never fade
A place where nobody stayed
So nothing comes of the past
Reckless thoughts always last
As broken down machines die
But only human, living a lie
Did you see me within the cracks
A mirror discarded on the tracks
Reflection of the impossible me
Without a home to ever be
Somewhere there is an empty shout
For now the flame has gone out
Nothing left, gone without a trace
Now just a ghost without a face
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
The flicker of a dying flame
When life is only a game
Waiting for darkness to fall
A void of voices will call
I never wanted to play
Just visions of every day
Where beauty could never fade
A place where nobody stayed
So nothing comes of the past
Reckless thoughts always last
As broken down machines die
But only human, living a lie
Did you see me within the cracks
A mirror discarded on the tracks
Reflection of the impossible me
Without a home to ever be
Somewhere there is an empty shout
For now the flame has gone out
Nothing left, gone without a trace
Now just a ghost without a face
Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
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