The houses stand empty,
Doors open like mouths
Ready to devour
Those who break the silence.
The skies are black.
No clouds, no air.
Like trying to breath
In a giant inkwell,
The dark liquid
Filling up lungs
Until drowning;
Suffocating in tears
And crepuscular carnage.
The dance of pain
In hearts and minds
Much like the echoes
Of silence,
A hush like a drug,
In the houses,
Lulling and lonely.
With the doors,
The open doors,
And the windows,
The gaping windows,
That engulf and devour
Until the noiseless screaming
Shatters the world
And the glass fills the floors
Of the empty houses
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And boy, if you can cry at all, please don't cry for me.
I'll wait here on the ground in that place
Where the sky meets the sea.
Baby, don't make me be something that I'm not.
I'm here, I'm there, and everywhere,
Alive when you're all robots.
I'll wait here on the ground in that place
Where the sky meets the sea.
Baby, don't make me be something that I'm not.
I'm here, I'm there, and everywhere,
Alive when you're all robots.