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The night sky glowing brightly into the city

The rain pouring down gently tapping the window

Creating a melody of dark beauty

Like a blooded rose pricking at its intruder

A melody lost in time, yet speeding up

Setting into motion

These feelings erased from his memory

Sucking the time of your life through a dollar bill

Enhancing your senses, but distorting your thoughts

A vivid image created through the dark corners of your soul

Not a care to give, such a terrible way to live



Looking into the night sky

The sound of raindrops dance in his mind

A melody so peaceful, that only the contained could enjoy such peace

But the thoughts without words

Are ever rapidly gaping a hole into his heart

A woman on the edge

Across from the window

Suddenly his heart fills with compassion

She looks at him, dead and cold

A moment before this time ends

A naked feeling painstakingly regretful

Insanity gripping only to thrust death



Opening his heart and his window

He graced his newly shining soul in the pouring rain

He spread his wings to shine his compassion

The woman looked with her darkened eyes

For a second, she smiled

For a second, she felt happy and compelled

She closed her eyes and step towards the edge

Taking a look at her, what she’s become

She looks at her own despair

Feeling happy yet still trapped inside her cage

Recognizing her despair, he calls out to her

Requesting her wait, he runs through the building

But she’s waited long enough

She closed her eyes and leaned forward, never to lean back

Stepping through the doors, he finds her body flying through the air

Smashing the ground, her life is spilled right in front of him

This was her release





Returning to his sanctuary

He sucks the time of his life through a dollar bill

The light fading away, just as quickly as it came

The angel wings falling off, never to grow back

A recent memory faded from his mind

His feelings of compassion so distant from him

Stuck in the vicious cycle of the routine

He locks everything about him away

His hobbies and his joys are but a memory now

Yet he still finds enjoyment in one thing

Sucking the time of his life through a dollar bill