Dead Station of Soul V3
Midnight in my darkest hour
The radio turned to nowhere, n nothing
The night is open to static, unknown
A vice of something from silence moans
Its whispers are lost in the either of night
Cold moonlight settles on my floor
Its liquid form is translucent and unformed
I draw the air of midnight, misty cold
Feeling dead stations of Soul
Each a place of memory
My birth
My life
I have forgotten all the rest
I watch my coming death
Nothing is as I know
Midnight at my darkest hour
Knowing the dead stations of Soul
Static & unknown!
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