Funny old man; walking down the street; teeth so brown, hair a mess like a pile of leaves, tall - unwanted by the Devil Club, out of reach with a finger on his lips, people can only stand and stare...
There's a window with a bright light coming through, it has cast a shadow of a lady... everything has turned to white and black - silence, still, incongruous. There's a lone tree in the distances - Summer yet the leaves of the tree fall brown and untoward to the ground. The wind is calm yet there are people inside holding onto poles.
Far away in the hills sits an old man, rocking his chair and whistles a song - a sad song... The tears rolling down his face are lit up by the setting sun of depression. She appears and strokes his soft white hair, she wears a white dress and has no face - she is beautiful.
Down at the beach the sand blows free, the waves are small and crash with a calm and caring sound, there are prints in the wet sand but not a soul in sight. The sun has almost set... birds fly in all directions - but home... All is still; quiet with the sound of silence.
The sky is now painted with orange, bright pink and purple... the warmth turns to cold - all falls to a stand still of question.
Its dark... the moon appears with a smile and lights up the land bellow; stars are bright with understanding, beneath it all lie a couple in love, they stare in to the sky with no meaning or understanding of love; the grass long and reaching to the heavens; sway in the breeze. Her eyes bright blue weird in colour, her smile penetrates his heart; his love warms him on a cool night.
On a chair in the middle of Nowhere sits the man who contemplates life, he lectures omniscient of the lessons to be learnt in life - but never speaks. Another man lies in his bed and sees all the lies and polytheism around the world - his eyes are stitched closed.
In the mind its quiet, outside its quiet, every thing is quiet... the breeze the only thing keeping things going. The sun has almost risen from its death revealing the colours of the morning, the light shines through a house and casts a long shadow over the grass to her feet... she stares at the sky as the morning colours vanish over the clear blue sea of insanity... in the center of her life - black she sees the name. Clouds roll over the blue sky, thunder rumbles, lightning lights up the sky, chaos in silence... People run for cover under the clouds, the rain falls harder with every step taken; the ground dry and unsettled. People stop, they all hear the sound... its quiet - its in their minds, voices scream out in silence!
All is still she stands and stares at all that's left - there he stands tall and unwanted by the Devil Club out of reach with a finger on his lips.
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