Autumn's
falling leaves...

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

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

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

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

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

The sun rises and sets, logically
the ghost moon ascends and falls unchanging...

The destruction was foretold
The pandemonium foreseen...

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

Timid
steps...

A cold drop of blood
shatters upon the floor...

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