Rusty nails dance on my ceiling
The flame of my will’s candle brings day
The sighs of apathy’s frustration bring night.
The wooden floor cries , my walls ran dead.
This is my fallen empire, I live among ruins.
Wisdom can’t be enjoyed.
Came to know each moment and each thing
are more precious because they have an end
Sometime too late.
After hope there’s nothing left to lose.
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