Where do the streets turn gold
And smooth?
All there is to see is gray and white,
Must have missed the turn
Long ago,
LOST in barren land,
Unable to even see my own hand
In front of me,
Numbed to the point of stupidity
My legs carry the unconscious
Aimlessly toward nowhere.
Silence fills the void
Of my hallow chest
Where you used to live,
It comforts me much more than you ever could,
Just by knowing it will always remain
Directing my anatomy's orchestra
To play it's solemn symphony
For emptiness to hear.
This is where I have traveled to-
Yet I do not know where I am,
Only that Hell won't cause such pain.
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