As the song is cut off silence drowns its absence.
The bass line echoes, pounding through the empty room.
That face flashes by in my mind once more.
It's haunting yet I've gotten used to it by now.
I refuse to be affected,
refuse the need to reach out only to fall head first over disappointment.
The flowers are blooming in the garden.
Yet it's slowly being eaten up by the parasites that live off it.
Water does not drown me.
Fire does not burn me.
Earth does not bury me.
Metal does not hurt me.
Yet I am not invincible.
No, I am but a human.
Run outside and stare at the sky.
What do you see?
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