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i walk alone,
to a town nearby.
Beneath the night of the full moon,
snow was seen falling down.
An empty abandoned town,
no stone was left unturned.
what cause it?
the price of destruction,
sinking darkness,
left everything to be lifeless.
cold and quiet,
a rescinded loss.
trees was burnt,
flower withered.
the creature who stole their life,
was the thieves of time.
yesterday is gone,
tomorrow is not here.
walking by the cemetery,
which lay side by side with the town
looking at this,
i felt the sadness,
and the hatred of the people.
the dark eyes of hatred,
deep in the dark depths of the ground.
buried within,
tombstone laid.
wording craves,
tears shed.
under the dark clouded sky,
the fading thumps of the white heartbeats,
the wandering self will disappear with the shapeless darkness.
bitterest tears shed over graves,
for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
So many tiny crystal tears was once shed,
slowly led to the memories of everlasting darkness.
the beginning of the night,
marks the end of the town.
love, torn to petals,
by the hand of the creator.
i continue this journey,
but found myself lying in the hand of morning sun.
the dawns look as though its covered in blood,
affected by the wreckage of the nightmare paradise.
what is lost can never be returned,
the only things left are ruins.
the place where i am,
is now an abandoned city where ghost dwells.