Jun 2015
In a waking dream
The stuff of nightmares
Slip past the guard
Like a swarm of insects
Pillaging the skies
Threatening to block the sun.
Turing the seas red
With the blood
Of unborn joy
And shaking the earth
To it's core
With the misery
Of a combined population.
The stuff of nightmares
Slip past the guard
Like a swarm of insects
Pillaging the skies
Threatening to block the sun.
Turing the seas red
With the blood
Of unborn joy
And shaking the earth
To it's core
With the misery
Of a combined population.
I know this is a bit 'depressing' but it just seems I can't turn on the tv without hearing something sad that plays on my mind all day!
