Ghost Towns

To never rest in



To never 



Born to



Suffer in the soul 


And shed the tears

that evaporate 


As you journey through old

ghost towns


Desolate places where only weeds

will grow through the condemned

wooden stores


Rats venture into the shadows to escape the blazing 



The cemeteries are full of lost souls that 

weep in the freezing night


The moon is full

and the coyotes howl for nothing 


Dust is blown across the 

rocky roads 


Water does not flow


Thirst for life


But dead silence 


The mind plays tricks


Eventually the land claims

your body 


And the vultures swarm to take their pick

on your rotting corpse






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