Silent fog
Breath of unheard screams
Rests on the heads of heavy souls
Some souls are tattered and torn
Some souls are scarred
Some of them have holes in their hearts
And some are just dark
The fog pats them on the head
Leaves glistening droplets in their hair
Then watches as souls half dead
Fall to pieces in their bed
And dissolve in the moon’s iridescent beam
The fog pouts, and its drops become thicker
Angry tears fall to soak the city in sorrow.