Friday, June 10, 2005

The dead float by,
and the skies clash
and warning signs are wrought from overhead.
She keeps yelling and screaming,
while her children seek comfort in
wasted things.
The rain pours down and echoes
the chaos of the house,
like all the others,
washed in blood,
and torn with hate.
She screams.
The children listen.
She screams.
And the dead float by.

2 Comments:

Blogger RinAku said...

What a terrible sad thing! Nice way of describing it though. I like it :)

10:08 AM  
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