Nothing Special
Jul. 23rd, 2016 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
queen_of_stoneI'm the only thing with a heartbeat for a hundred miles around.
It pounds against my rib cage
With a booming, crashing sound.
Memories like dust motes
Fade in the dying light
There's no more greatness here
It gave up without a fight
Empty streets and houses
Run on mile for mile
And hope is but a memory
Long murdered for a glimpse of gold
