Crimson colors light the sky
spilling through the thick air, like blood
Just like the stained blood, where a corpse once lie,
soon night falls heavy
just like those in deep agoney
lost and alone,
no hand there to grasp
no star to follow
empty is the nights sky
empty is the souls of those wronged and now, hollow
hollow as the owls roost, way up high
just like that, the sun sets,
and just like that... i'm alone... like the rest.
Empty Sunsets
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