This Is The Place
This is the place that nobody knows, where nobody goes, where nobody shows.
A place where only ghosts can take flight, and off they go, right into the night.
Here is a place that is drowning in sorrow and waiting for you on the morrow.
In this place is a feeling that no one should feel, but it is so very real.
This place is not named, for it has played it's game, and now is left in shame.
As I wander through this broken place, a lost, meandering soul,
I feel in my heart that this place is not tart and it's game is just at it's start.
Now I wonder how it was when this place was new, and I know that it is true
That a place this sad used to be so glad until a cruel, evil person got mad.
As mad as they were I cannot concur that the things that were done were for the better.
Here in this place a heart cannot break, nor can a tree shake.
But a place like this cannot be missed on a map unless dismissed.
In this place that I've found, buildings fall to the ground without a soul to hear the sou