I sit on the roof of a forgotten home, staring at the sky line of some fallen city. Its lights begin to dim with each breath from my stale and smokey mouth.
The night is clear enough to see all which I do not need to know...and the cruel wind seduces me, warming me, asking me to follow as it passes on.
In my life I know I will not go. In my life I know I cannot stay. To stay here...To stay on this sunken roof. To stay on this broken frame. To stay with those dimming lights, To stay with that fading city, To stay with a beating heart...
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