Stale and stagnant stench~assaulting the nose
like old rusted paint cans discarded in rows
Cold empty space echoing silently
Ghosts of the past struggling to break free
Shadows too weak to filter the gloom
Merciless isolation foresees impending doom
Stale and stagnant stench~assaulting the nose
Deadening the senses as life comes to a close





and much love~ Desire~*~


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