What an amazing contrast with the life it once knew.
Left behind by it's grief filled past.
So frail and left feeling lone
in a world it once adored.
Now it all seemed filtered through a
blackened lens, scortched by
the fire which once burned within.
Now all that's left is a sad siren's song.
Wailing through the restless nights.
Faint reminders of a better world
pass by every day.
But it seems like it doesn't want
to see.
That it's still the same place,
but no longer carefree.
14.12.09
Sad Siren's Song
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