And the heavens opened
and it lashed down.
Rivers of filth,
syringes and broken hearts
littered the gutters of the central
business district.
Bodies lined
the roads immobile
waiting for the flood,
saying nothing at all
just watching and waiting,
breathing and touching no one.
Not a word said,
not a hand held,
not an eye met,
ears pinned for the rumble of the brilliant
white truth that they had all been waiting for.
The switches flicked and everyone
turned off.

This is mine
this is mine
im going home.
I am fine
I am fine
I am going home.

There is no hope.
No hope.
Hope is a dirty word
that'll stab you in the back
when you offer up your throat.

Goodbye to you,
you mean nothing.
You mean nothing to me now.
You're a sheet of paper with a word written on it blowing in the wind.

And soon you'll land and rot
by the side of the road
and the word will sigh
and the word will fade
and be gone.
And I won't remember who you are.

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