The light is extinguished in this old, rusty town,
The cold spreads like a plague.
Sheltered in the relics of the past,
My soul has grown so vague.
It burns within and fuels my essence,
Striving to keep the ember alive.
The clocks have surrendered time and again,
Waiting for summer to arrive.
There's no sun in this sky of ashes,
Here shadows chase one another.
I find myself bewildered and confused,
And it will take me a while to recover.
Wake me up when a sign of life arrives,
As I'm fatigued by the endless silence.
Should I call it loneliness or peace?
When the only thing left is everyone's absence.
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