Empty House
The structure is creaking from the wind drifting by
No one is home
No one’s alive
An overgrown garden entangled with vines
Reaching for something it will never find
Alone in this empty house
Alone in this empty mind
Hoping to hold
Hoping to find
Not knowing what’s real
Or how to feel
The shadows engulf the eternal sphere
The silence is upon us
The silence is loud
It will never be broken
Not by me
Not by you
Not by it
He says you get used to the silence
But the silence gets used to you
Alone in this empty house
An overgrown garden entangled with vines
No one is home
No one’s alive
The silence is upon us
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