Ghost City Memory

You don't have the words recognizable enough to describe such music you hear in the movie.....the gala street full of giant sacrifice sculputures immerged by the sea of people in slow motion. Only the holy and lonely spirit surrounds you and steal your breathe away until you choke on hollowness in your heart. I dare not look into the mirror to ask myself the question......

Vaporized I am, tortured my soul is and to the darkness I keep falling with pathos on my mind....