when the last plane fell from the sky and crashed into the ground
The Beautiful Downgrade was spray painted across the sky
the flower's turn to barbwire as the butterflies cry
for the dying soldiers in the photographs that litter the city streets
and we can't tell who the next insanity to scream at a mirror is going to be
and we can't tell who throws the cigarettes into the pools of oil
and when the last lights go out the city stops screaming
the city stops
cars decay against a deadly painted sunset
as the last whispers of The Beautiful Downgrade cease
like the ticking of the watch lying in the middle of the silenced alley
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Written March 14th, 2006
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wow
"the city stops
cars decay against a deadly painted sunset"
this line is powerful and descriptive.nice nice..very nice
you dont get that much sometimes...people are either one or the other...haha...way to go on that one
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