Through the curtains of smoke.
All I see in the vastness comprehends peace.
Lights in the distance, along with the barking.
Illuminated windows, cold faces in the shadows.
No warm sensations in the landscape.
Above the trees, looming is the sky.
All I can see might not even be here.
How could one rest in this fragile peace.
In a torrential rain of madness approaching.
Everywhere around concrete.
Minds, hearts and tears fulfill the walls.
No windows being opened, lights turning out.
False perspectives in which one faces in mid at night.
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