Monday, November 17, 2008

Human Tragedy.

We've been wasting plastic
on
trying to remember what Pachelbel's Cannon
sounds like

right now
Penderecki is convincing me
that Ghosts are not the
scariest thing
in the world
but rather that
the idea of ghosts
instil more fear
than anything
else

in these forgotten halls
behind the peeling paint
lies the answers
of when
it all went wrong
how the 
horror did erupt in those early
hours
men engulfed in flames
only fit for science fiction
a city of 200,000 being forced
from homes
houses
and livings
what horror did erupt
that warranted the forever abandonment of
100 square kilometres 

now there sits
a city of ghosts
on the river of vestiges
that feeds the lake of tragedy
and when the winds are high
there is nobody to shut the door
nobody to fix the breakers;
nobody to close the window when
the snow falls

nobody
living
anymore


~It's common.

Fearfully,
Digress.

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