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It's A Ghost Town

A torn newspaper flying through..
The empty streets..
Anxious eyes spying through ..
The windows of their royal seats.
Shining as a naked sword once without a crown..
As the road spreads into a lost crowd..
Turned to be a Ghost Town.

What message does it send ..
Maybe an end to a hideous pretend ...
People ain't immortal..
Death in it's abundance swirl..
Will this ever bother to lie down..
As everyone hates talking...
About the Ghost Town.

What lies beyond death is unknown...
Thats told to people in a heavy tone...
Screaming into the microphone while standing alone.

Soon dusk will brisk away...
Not changing stone...
Kids have abandoned the playgrounds ..
Where sounds used to get drowned ...
A couple holds hands as they stray across...
Skinned out souls loose logical bones. 
In the corner stares a sarcastic clown..
Perhaps this is the beginning of a never ending Ghost Town..

Piles of leaves unravelled..
Someone's old clothes lying next to the trash can..
Shades of color says that spring is here..
But there's a shadow with drops of tear..
In the hideaway..
It's getting dark I shouldn't be near..
So what he is a friend so dear..
One cannot fight fear...
Running away faster....
Clearly out of this Ghost Town.



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