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Walking in the evening
along a stone walkway.
the stones
worn
broken
old
and weeds weeding around.
The way is
enshrouded by
enormous
thick
leafy
oak trees that
reach up high
for the sunlight.
Entering a building
at the end of
the pathway
at the beginning of
twilight
the time when
the evening and
the night
and when the
night and the
morning
meet each other.
the time when all things
are highlighted in
a shimmery and
peacefully quiet
glowing white blue
light
which sings a
mournful
ominous
dreadful
song inside the
head of all
who
walk among these
shredded ruins.
these ruins
of which no soul
dare lay eye upon
in their own fear
of their own dreaded
truths.
these ruins
which lie
far inside
those
farthest away
terrains
that
no one wanders
but an
extreme small
few.
the ruins
of our hearts
where lies
our
pasts to forget
that are
contaiminated by
fear
dread
lust
hate
pain
sorrow
jealousy
death
and sometimes even
the memmories od
the most
saddest love story
the
fear of the truths
the
mistakes of one's lust
and the
most happiest
memmories of one
who died
which left the
worst pain.
these ruins
this place we
never knew
not
even when they
were infront of
us
until the time
comes that
something
very
very
terrible happens that
we just can't stand
to
know it and we
need a place
to keep all our
ruins.
this place,
this place is our
Ruins.