The Cricket Stops
Hollow people masquerade
Down lonesome roads full of rock and bones
Never finding what they don’t know
they’re searching for…
Under the silent moon the cricket stops
Leaving the table too soon
The blood drops
Hollow people start to fade
Reality drifts farther away
Burning desires- sparks ignite fires
Wayward traveler moving on
Tried to say goodbye, but I’m already gone
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