Cold Memories

I walk by a ghastly town, I see the people trodden
The earth here has wasted away and I smell the cold
A ringing in my ear makes me ponder, the ring, the ring is silence
The ground that was trodden once before rises up for me to savor, I swallow it, tasting every memory
I whistle for the silence to break and all I get back is a shiver of loneliness
I let my fingers explore this city, it's cold, it's cold, it burns

by loveseekerhatefinder
posted on 04/18/2008