The barren table, in the barren room;
Street lights shined upon the barren ghosts
That walked 'neath these man made mountains
whose shadows encompass the empty, quietness
Of the dead twisted tree, that begs forgiveness
from the seamless, mercury colored sky.
Gaze upon the dimly lit bathroom; that holds,
the alter of your cleanliness!
Run to the mirror, that reflects the form
you have come to know as yourself!
The highway lies barren, the landscape is barren,
Unlike the empty city streets with nameless shadows we glide through-
Where nothing lies, barren!
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