Flash.
I am the speaker that never seems to speak.
Flash.
He's still waiting in the emergency room.
Flash.
There's a call for death on the unwilling answering machine.
Click.
Another second passes.
Click.
She's joined him too.
Click.
The matching tombstones are all decorated in roses.
Click.
He won the award of BPM's.
Ding.
Their boney fingers interlaced as the casket of light is dropped over them.
Flash.
She's lost her words at the dance hall.
Flash.
He's no kid to count on.
Flash.
Nothing is left of what used to be when things weren't too busy decaying .
News flash.
It's all over.
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