It's like the sun setting in hell.
A great lake of flames and fire.
Paper thin skin.
Lifeless broken and robotic hearts.
The black ashes blowing between bones.
Elephant graveyard.
People speak but do they really care?
After they say say a quick hi,
It's like you aren't even there..
Broken glass shatters in the deep crevices of scars that enter the intertwined perfect membranes of bodies.