Spent
A moon full of white in a sky full of black
Evil is present itself in the shadows of the dark
A crack in the night of lead and fire
Spent is a life, spent by vengeful desire.
Smoke burns a fragrance of death in the air
Life is spent, life that was once there
Words mean nothing. Words are just reasons that fall silent when their echoes are spent
Silence is heaven in the lair of mans’ darkest intent.
A life is different when it’s living is spent
A body is nothing when it’s soul is expended
Heels echo movement as they crack a slow beat into the rising mist
The spent life of someone’s love now somewhere will be sorrowfully missed.
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