The night stretches on and on
While i walk these empty streets of a ghost town.
In the dark I can see what it once was,
But when i reach the end
I turn around and see what it really is.
Crumbling brick and mortar.
Broken down cars.
Lonely houses.
Everything falling apart at the seems.
I close my eyes and realize why
I am here.
I am here because this ghost town is just
A reflection of me.
The hidden me
That no one wants to see.
Abandoned.
Alone.
Broken.
Crumbling to pieces.
Falling apart.
Too far gone to fix.
I AM the ghost town.
