The City of Lost Souls

Beyond the realm of time,
Where forgotten dreams reside,
Lies a city of lost souls,
Where the past and present collide.

The streets are lined with cobblestones,
Made of shattered hopes and fears,
The buildings tower with abandoned dreams,
And the alleyways echo with forgotten tears.

Butterflies made of ash,
Flutter through the air,
While shades of the lost wander,
In search of a purpose they can't repair.

A gate made of rusted iron,
Swing open with a creak,
Inviting me to enter in,
To the city where lost dreams leak.

And as I step through the gate,
I am greeted by a world of sorrow,
Where the forgotten dreams linger,
And the past and present borrow.

I walk through streets of forgotten memories,
Watching as they fade away,
I swim in rivers of lost hopes,
And dance with shades of yesterday.

The sky is always grey,
And the sun never rises,
But in this city, nothing is as it seems,
And the lost souls never realize.

I see a clock that never ticks,
And a mirror that reflects nothing but despair,
I hear the whispers of lost souls,
And the shadows cast a permanent stare.

As I wander through this City of Lost Souls,
I am filled with a sense of melancholy,
For in this place, dreams are forgotten,
And the past is eternal folly.