CROSS


The crumbling structures of a secret castle within the dreams of my soul, lost all empathy in thought....sympathetic were the loyal creatures that dwelt within its walls...offering comfort, and a soft shoulder for shedded tears..... these things exist no longer...endangered once, extinct forever...the pallid drops of mercury rainshowers melted away the ruse of all that had become hope....you can hear the cries of babies forgotten..encased in thorn lullabyies, and gasoline blankets....set fire to all that once brought upon us the thing rumored as 'Joy'.