I walk down the road,
all the lights are on,
all is lit,
I can see everything so perfectly,
The skyscrapers,
the houses,
the people,
the beauty.
They begin to rust before my eyes.
they begin to flicker.
on and off,
I can barely see the happiness.
One by one,
flicker, out.
flicker, out.
flicker, out.
The people are disappearing,
the world is disappearing.
The lights are out,
i'm scared,
I think i'm lost.
where did the beauty go?
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