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Communication is a plague

Bound to doom my mentality

Remembering is painful

I look up to an empty street

I look around

No person in sight

Just the ashes that glide in the cold wind

Even with the autumn breeze

Gives me a sense of solitude

A closure in this isolation

Even in times of my worst

Nothing would be noticed

Enshrouded by an abysmal decay

A tear in the minds of the weak

Delve deep in the timeless void

An empty note was all I left

Once the ashes stained the walls

Wading through the depths of apathy

To find some form of comfort

One final direction

To this cold, hard journey

One more second

One more breath

All there is to do now

Is to pull the trigger

And correct my mistakes

My mistake; existing in a world

Where the ominous clouds

Rains sourness and sorrow