• The sky is black with past smoke and spirits
    The ground is wet and soot.
    No one is there,
    No one is here,
    you stand alone on the cold ashy ground.
    Your hearts, souls, and dreams
    Are no where to be found.
    They are all crushed, charred, and burned into nothingness...
    There seems to be no hope
    No relief from the smoke.
    As tears roll down your face
    You feel your a ghost...