I heard this song and it inspired to make my own version of a ghost town. So here's a poem I wrote. Keep in mind that in my darkest hours, I'm happy when the inspiration hits and I can make my ideas and imagination rhyme.
Desolace
This is how it looks inside my mind
But only on a dark moment, I have to remind
The town is not empty and deserted
Nor quiet and murdered
It's filled with whispers, screams and echos
Haunted by demons and fallen heroes
Weird creatures roam the streets
Listening to my every heartbeat
Lurking in the shadows are my own creations
Bleeding, suffering, grotesque mutations
Most paths blocked with a tombstone
A cemetery I built when I was alone
Glowing eyes watching from the windows
Grey grass and dead flower-filled meadows
Remorse and hope playing tug-o'-war
Only place open is the candy store
One smile and a whisper
From a lucid mister
Makes everyone drop what they were doing
Turn their glares and start their viewing
When it's time for new games
The town bursts into flames
But yet again the party is over soon
And the townfolk paled by the blue moon
Only rattling skeletons left celebrating
The ghosts tinting their heads, speculating
The air filled with fog and smoke
Soon there will come another bloke
Don't take a sip from that poisoned well
Cover your ears from the death knell
An empty swing sways in the breeze
So many locked doors and not enough keys
No clowns or stuffed toys
Just memories of past joys
Broken glass on the ground
From the castles clouds surround
The town is not quiet and deserted
It's twisted and perverted
But as long as somewhere there's blue sky
I can take another shattering goodbye
I hope you enjoyed the tour because this was my 100th brochure.
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