Darkness.
Out in the distance
A morbid pile of motley waste-
Refused and forgotten.
Time piles on
And the pile grows too.
Often at night it looks back
At the world where it once belonged.
One item at a time
Refused by one at a time.
They all meet there.
The pile greets them.
They all live there
And they learn to care.
Care that they were denied.
They were too old
Or frayed or out of fashion.
Here they have no use.
Here they needn't have one.
They all pile up.
Out of use.
After ages of looking at the world
The world never looked back.
But tonight the world stares.
Why do they see smoke
Spiralling up from the pile?
Dark clouds of smoke.
Tonight the pile will burn
Tonight the pile will breathe.
Tonight the eyes will bleed
And tonight the world will recede.
Out in the distance
A morbid pile of motley waste-
Refused and forgotten.
Time piles on
And the pile grows too.
Often at night it looks back
At the world where it once belonged.
One item at a time
Refused by one at a time.
They all meet there.
The pile greets them.
They all live there
And they learn to care.
Care that they were denied.
They were too old
Or frayed or out of fashion.
Here they have no use.
Here they needn't have one.
They all pile up.
Out of use.
After ages of looking at the world
The world never looked back.
But tonight the world stares.
Why do they see smoke
Spiralling up from the pile?
Dark clouds of smoke.
Tonight the pile will burn
Tonight the pile will breathe.
Tonight the eyes will bleed
And tonight the world will recede.
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