Goodbye Chief

She  found tomorrows yesterday, on the plain of broken dreams.
She Stood and looked towards the amber sky where motivation failed,
Though she smiled for the nothing she achieved,
and thought to herself 'well never knows best.'

She held out her hands in worship of the sky,
and bathed in the absolution of a town covered in ash.
A town where nothing interesting ever happens,
and wondered if a world beyond fog really exists.

“It doesn't” she proclaimed to the invisible stars.
“Existence is like a Sunday morning where you wake up and its raining”
“Or a panda with a mean face.”
“It's like hard day old bread that has lost its flavor.”

'Or at least thats what it's been like since I lost you chief'
She takes one last picture,
and waves goodbye to the forever she's never known.
“Now its time for sweet revenge” She says walking towards death's city.