The air is chilling,
moist and cold.
Silver is outshone by the frost.
Flowers frozen, encased
In this deep dark desolate place-
Everything stays the same,
timeless and clean,
as if seen in unchanging memory.
Night is constant, only moonlight,
in this quiet quaint curious place-
Songs have no melody,
notes fall flat.
Cast aside, unheard are my screams
Dreams are broken, shattered,
in this lonely languid lithesome place-
Senses do not function
in this place in-between.
Numbness will take control,
weaving a shadow meant to demean
in this meaningless morose mind of mine.
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