What started as a nice, sunny day
turned sour.
It became the day he took the time to devour.
He clenched my soul in his grasp,
and suffocated my hope till the contents turned to dust.
The center became hollow,
thus making my feelings feel so shallow.
My shadow marks the devastation,
as the nuke went off,
sounding the alarms,
forcing them to hide
in their sad little lofts.
three stooges stood still,
****** 'till the end.
Shadows turned to dark
as the sunny day turned sour