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We are the desolate ones
Left behind as debris
We cling to walls
Where all is peeling, peeling away
We haunt such hallways
As strangers never seek to walk
In empty rooms we are ghosts
Left only now
To haunt ourselves
And nothing more
We are the desolate ones
Heaven will not yet acquit
Our gathered sins and let us in
From smoother passage are we barred
We stumble blindly, clawing walls
Till even our abode is scarred
By all that we have been
And now by what we are
We haunt ourselves
And nothing more
(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved
