A glimmer of hope
against a setting sun...

Looking at the picture
of broken bodies littering the street...

One day, you'll look in the mirror
and see my broken reflection...

Touch the shadows of tomorrow
with withered dreams of hope...

Dull throbbing of an old wound
Slowly hidden by the decay of time...

When the curtain falls
it will not be the end...

It is in times like these
when the clouds cloak the stars...

Autumn's
falling leaves...

Timid
steps...

Stepping onto the pavement to the world's path
My shadow trailing me, a dog, constant...

Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you turned away...

The destruction was foretold
The pandemonium foreseen...