Saturday, June 07, 2003

Ghost Town
I walk without ever using my legs
I see with my eyes ever shut
The background is close, the foreground is far
The fire is cold and the wind is so scarred

As time wears on the air grows stale
Lingering, the stench of decay
Nothing lives here anymore
No one cared to stay

I open a door to peer inside
Darkness is all I find
Countless shadows of lives long passed
Cloaking the shameful grime

I pass by doorways and windows and streets
Untouched by the world outside
It seems no one cared to iron their sheets
Before they decided to die

A footprint mars the untouched soil
The spoiling of a beautiful dawn
As years go by and time uncoils
The ghost town lingers on