2am Monday mourning
By Chad
It is all silence now, the doors are closed the lights are put to sleep. But the red flickering lights of time silently pass by Outside the wind tells a tale but to deaf ears, sleepy crowds, an audience of dreams too involved in their own lies to listen to the wind cry. Inside, the walls fall silent no sound for them to turn around, no light for them to trap in corners where secrets lie, where spiders hang their lives And everything stops for those who choose it to we wait in dreams, the moon and stars slowly wind the world back up But the red flickering lights Of time silently pass by Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 12 2001 07:23 AM PST 0 • 10
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"It is all silence now,..."