The nights are longer now.
Darkness is talking at the corners,
Silence is no longer here
And nor do you.
Loneliness is screaming of isolation,
Forgiveness is playing with the wind.
My heart is like a hunted house
Cobwebs hanging, touching the ground,
Dreams fled away,
That room is empty now,
You left and didn’t care.
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