Black Death
Grey wisps waft within the air, Envelopes a nearby child. Her breath becomes short and labored, As she falls to the ground.
Filth and trash cover the earth, Never to disappear, never to decay. Instead of grass and flower beds, All that is seen is white and orange.
Poison tainted clouds cover the sky, Killing everything that it touches. What could possibly be the cause of such destruction? Selfishness, an incurable addiction.
eimichan · Sun Sep 02, 2007 @ 06:40pm · 0 Comments |