At the end of the day
My path forks:
A path of bones and
A path of gold.
Yet I only have the will
To take none and revert
Back...

If they've built a wall,
don't tear it down and
bring them into reality;
take a few bricks out
and sneak inside.

Have yourselves
a fantasy with a
bit of reality
seeping in
through the
hole you made.

Silent tears in this world of desperate desire to hold onto hope,
knowing it's a useless thing to do. Dreams running rampant,
while expectations and reality are drowning
like bodies filled with stones.

Souls branded with the word "broken" try to piece themselves
back together with parts of another. It's like trying to put mercury
instead of blood during a blood transfusion and expecting everything to be alright.

No cycle in a monochrome life, only a line:
Pain, sadness, sorrow, misery, death...
Then you're gone.

Cold as a hunter's heart came the wind.
Clouds as grey as a wolf rode across the sky.
Vultures pecked at the once-vigorous villagers.
Crimson liquid dripped from their beaks.
The stench of the decaying corpses merged
with that of the coming rain.
Empty homes longed for the happy children
that once lived there...
Gone. All of it gone.

The sun never warmed the village again,
but the flames which turned it to ash did.
Once... and nevermore.
The flame's light was be the last the village saw.
Then, into the darkness of history it faded...
Once... and forevermore.