A more of an industrial noise,
stalking the meager.
A more faded and brillant sound,
light as a feather,
and calmly coming forth to hear,
are we near?
A mile so in depth,
that tonight was vengeful.
Artful it may seem,
the apology ran in deep.
The key struck a note,
that reminded me of your reality,
that reminded me of such things.
We fell into the caved scars,
forgot where we were,
and I was nothing more,
than an unknown figure before you.
Something you surely did not enjoy,
an empty stare that clinged.
After all these years:
My skin stayed the same color,
you never seemed to of felt the warmth,
never seemed to admire the glow.
And the music was so vivid,
the apology couldn't of bled anymore.
And you had struck yourself with your own vanity,
within your own void.
Decayed in isolation, the music couldn't play on.
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