Then night fell
And darkness ruled
The sun coming up just a shadow of it's former self
Casting a half light too dim to read by
To frail to see by
Leaving the people scraping walls
Crawling floors and termites tearing down buildings
Cockroaches crunching under hand and foot
Cleaning, always cleaning
As bodies fell where they stood
Hope snuffed stuffing life under the carpet
Filthy with rat **** and acid rain
Disdain and discord
Disconnection
Souls sold at market prices
A bucket's worth for a buck fifty