E T & co


where music once played

the being lies flayed

devoid of all existence

and marked in pestilence


where the song was one of joy

the tunes of rage now play

the end of every day

is marked by a rain of tears


the hail of brutal curses

the trail of injured egos

the road that leads to nowhere

the souls that run from no one


the one that opens their eyes

sees not the other’s eyes

the track of vision is hid

by endearing pride that rules


the echo of past promises

the noise of past endearments

the voices of past torments

may they quietly rest



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