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there's no need to draw the curtains

the decline of our city

left nothing worth lighting

the concrete blocks surrounding

a reflection of our state

defying description

all memories inside

make us tremble even if

we are asleep

in a made up land we are fugitives

from a world that drowned us

in decay

radiant

can't open up the windows

the poisoned air

would cover our lungs

the sun is long gone

manifesting in a colorless sky

why couldn't this just end?

all memories inside

make us tremble even if

we are asleep

our hopes disassembled in the moment

we open our eyes

in a made up land we are fugitives

from a world that drowned us

in its decay

we keep on hiding

waiting for relief

so we can discard our existence

easily