Pale darkness illuminates
chapped rugged hills speak
mumbling about past suns set
Misfortune dried lakes parched
Lack of rain murdered all vegetation
Land of droughts
sky of crows
soil of worthlessness
As the crack withers away all movement
who's to pay?
who's responsible?
for this broken paradise
Addiction?
or perhaps self mutilation?
The daffodils prayed for lack of rain
The lakes begged for a hot death
The sky committed homicide against daily light
Did they deserve what they asked for?
Doe's anyone really deserve to become a living hell?
Their own body torturing their soul
Every time they look in a mirror
Reminded of past mistakes
and future suffering












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