There is nothing left of this place
Here insanity and madness run rampant
There grounds are fiery, the sky is black
The moon is bright yellow in the sky
--it’s the only thing in the sky
This place hasn’t seen the sun in days
There is a twisted and broken tree on the horizon
People are in pain
I am unable to move
Unable to scream
Unable to look away
Thunder rumbles off in the distance, quietly
A flash of light, which would be lightning, follows the thunder off to the right
Here, everything is backwards
Hazy black clouds drift by, and no one knows if the sky is behind them or not
This place, you see, I’ve never actually been to
But in my mind nothing is more vivid
Than the insanity that made it
 exodus_cookie · Tue May 15, 2007 @ 09:11pm · 1 Comments |
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