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At The Park After Dark
The heat melts away as soon as I step out the door, a cold hearted place that I've never been before, as soon as I reach the gates, there's an old man who has died beside a pile of leaves with a rake. The path that I decide to take with a beautiful tall maze comes with a heavy fog and my vision's looking vague, was this destiny or was it a mistake, contemplations between a coincidence or fate, the day is starting to get late, the sun runs away so the moon can come play.
And maybe the birds are singing back, the smiles on the trees are all left with a crack, they whisper as you go along, singing to eachother about how they see your song, you're not even worth the leaf off their branch, you can't expect them to give you a second chance, from what you did before they saw you with their eyes, so cries will spread out the room the truth is cut by blood, likes flies sucking up garbage and lies. Those trees won't smile at you, thorns keep you away so escape will not be soon, you'll sit there and look at the moon, screaming out your lungs while they sing you another tune.
