(NearDusk)

...
Dead Silent
Pure and paining silence
Sifts my thoughts
Into a sea of melody.
Silence to music
Death to life
Screams of horror
To marveled song
La. La. La.
What a song
Such echoes through my lungs
La. La. La.
On and on
‘Till the night should grow old
Then, so shall my song





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