Disaster

Tears of deep red blood began streaming down a porcelain face, of purest white
No longer do the smiles threaten to crack, upon this day of darkest night
Hands firmly grasped in tight defiance, as though the air withheld be willed to defy

The clouds have stealthily drawn themselves in and replaced colourful hues with black and gray

An ever unmoving edge draws nearer still; there's an illogical longing to leap from it's precipice

Standing tall, no one shall see the implosion.
No one will know this form is simply debris.




-j.g.smith (09/03/10)