The City
A blanket of night covers the city
Prophetic darkness enveloping the sparkling heavens
Like a soft, black wave in the ocean
Sweeping across the Earth.
Slowly... slowly...
Swallowing all in its path
Like an insatiably carnivorous beast
Rampaging through the village
Leaving empty destruction behind
Like a fire
A burning, scorching blaze
Orange, yellow, visibly untouchable
Air, alit, a searing hand of light penetrating the blackness.
The ominous nothingness.
The soul lies down as the sun, the scarlet disk of light, is consumed by the darkness
Unaware of the disaster waiting to unleash its black wrath.
Peaceful, ignorant...
As the floor silently creaks
And the invisible glass in the windows silently shatters
Covering the bare ground with pain
Sharp, icy pain.
The tall, concrete buildings begin to sink into the earth,
As a marsh where all is eaten by the viscous mud
With no hope of escape
Only fear of the inevitable.
The table is set
To destroy
And be destroyed
The darkness subsides as the sun begins to rise
Coloring the ominous skies
Turning them into the optimistic cotton candy skies.
Falsely optimistic.
For the set table begins to disintegrate,
The cotton candy in the sky melts away
And dark bloated clouds come forth
And it begins to rain.
Tiny shining droplets falling from above;
Tears of the heavens.
Creating a wispy mist below,
A mist of sorrow.
A mist of joy.
Sadistic joy of the heavens
Anticipating the annihilation.
The mist bleeds into the earth.
The hungry earth continues to devour the city
As the tears of joy fall in sheets
Sheets like daggers
Drilling gaping holes and cracks into the sinking buildings
Drowning the black asphalt of the desolate roads
Flooding the deteriorating buildings
As people flee to higher levels
And in doing so, are pierced to death
By the murder falling from the sky in torrents.
The dying city continues to drown...
In streams of blood.
Warm, scarlet blood.
The soul continues to sleep
Peaceful, ignorant.
A false death.
Eyes closed, oblivious to the true death outside.
Lurking behind the windows
Slowly seeping into the room
Reaching forward
Creeping up
To choke the soul.
Going through his chest,
Implanting into his pure heart the black aura of death.
And the death eats him alive,
Slowly consuming him from within
Until he becomes a hollow, soulless skeleton
Like the city.
