Ghost Town

I heard a voice, distraught,
but it's silenced by other thoughts.
My mind's occupied
by other lies,
now other lies cut the ties off.

So it's a ghost town now.
I used to at least hear screams.
But it's a ghost town now,
containing nothing but empty dreams.

I used to be black-blue,
Now I'm blank; it's true
explosions of red-purple-pink
used to be what I'd think,
Now all colors I crave and pursue.

The ghost town, still
has a black-grey-white fill.
But there's a "free" girl in there
With hope in her somewhere,
And she loves a green-yellow-pink thrill.

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