To the same old
Ruinous bends
Charred from the hail
Of murdering skies

Down the same roads
That howl
With earnest despair

Braced for the clearing
Their skies
Forever shroud in death

All there is to reap
So hopelessly sprawled
Far and wide

Is the scourge
Of a jagged
And sure demise

Brought forth
In flames
Year, by callous  year

(I apologize for not posting in a while. The fall semester has just begun and I’m already weighed down with a ton of school work.)