The world has ended but i live on,
selling souls on glass sidewalks no one will walk on.
Collecting memories from dusty highways,
watching reality pass slowly like a dream,
and people with no faces acting in imaginary plays.
And children who rip out hearts when simon says.
I stagger with a wavering uncertainity,
as i slowly pick up fragments of eternity.
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