Someone To Love

in a strange wasteland
far and away from the normal plane
the trees that are here have no color
the flowers here have known no spring
even the birds have no song to sing
as the skies remain a cold grey
and scattered along these desolate roads
are the souls of the miserable and the weary
their remains speak of the anguish of living
and the uncertainty of dying
voices drifting from a time long past
yet ever present
the name of this place is no love
and I walk among them
those who have no one
hoping for her solace by day
longing for her caress by night
only to wake to the endless
and the void
this is the plight of the souls in this cold city
and I am among them
for someone to love

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