Complete silence. A glance says it all. No words needed.
Its written all over your face.
The door is locked. The key is thrown away.
A heart torn from its cavity. Devoured.
A cyclone of thoughts, Yet blank and empty.
You plead your case as if innocent. Keep telling yourself that.
A mask covers the pain.
Once a river, has now become a desert.
Once whole, Now divided by a fault.
On opposite sides of the canyon.
A distant war placed upon the home front.
A battle raging within. No surrender. Only sacrifice.
Once happy and full of life. Now sad and desolate. Deserted.
Left abandoned to be demolished with the vandalism of time.
The sands of the hour glass are running out, and so are we.
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