Jes

An Empty Place…

Copyright, Jes

So many faces, where the sun doesn’t shine, like a sightless cloud painted black from sin;
However, I know my shadow is not far behind me, and where my most silent scream seems the loudest. But still, not even the highest power hears my cries.

Here, the earth does not spin, and not one of us is acquainted with time
But even they know what it feels like, not see your feet in front of you, or the person standing across.
Yes! This is the place where death seems so bitter sweet.

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