Ashes of Sound
Ash
It falls
And lay still
Burning city
But it’s still my home
Smoke clouds inhabit skies
And skyscrapers crumble down
We watch from the cliffside and mourn
A disaster soundtrack lacking sound
We only hear the ashes falling
Everything we loved, now debris
The sun charred over with greed
Memories in piles
The darkness warns me
Suffocation
We lay still
And breathe
Dross
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