Hollywood (2004)
We flew too late across graveyards,
Of a time I long had dreamed.
In search of music and madness,
We found now broken beats.
Soulless and unchanging,
Discharged upon the streets.
Sorrowful and somber,
They stopped so I could weep.
How sad our lives have become,
How great theirs once had been.
Copyright © Naomi Jenkins | Year Posted 2008
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