Shane W.- Age: 20

17 November 2008

Title Pending

I wistfully await your revival

as the nostalgia sets in, and

you of all have faded in my

hands; you slip through

my hands as you turn to sand,

while mothers and children

meet their cruel fate of

offspring madness and death;

a missing link perhaps, a mishap,

a misshapen abomination among

the trees and the sky along the

smooth horizon. I hear the sweet,

condescending music. A tonal

epiphany. Withering away into

the oceans of chaos. Madness

turns our cities into echoes.

Monstrous emporiums now faded

into despondency. Vacant fields of ash

disemboweled of their fiendish ways.

Away you go down the lustful path

of deceit. On your way to become a

new heroine of sorts. Thank you for

your patronage and your predisposition

of goodwill, which shall now go untamed,

Unkempt in this new world of nothing.

Fly verily to this verisimilitude of godliness

Don't taint the fragility of these skirmishers,

for in the end these dire and ever circling

wolves will brush your shoulder and

plague your streets. Let the lampposts

springboard you to freedom. Arise and

thank your duty to die inside.