Date: 8-20-2016
Edward's p.o.v
Lost in the world,
there is always
a black rain cloud
coming out of
somewhere to
destroy the proud
in spirit. Lost in
the chaos, loud
noises of an angry
mob, there is always
a reason to sob.
Expiration dates
are handed out as
quickly as pink slips
and red roses, death
threats. Who knew
there would be few
love letters and more
new divorces? Who knew
there would be few birthdays
and more new suicide notes?
Lost in confusion, nothing
good can come out of this
unholy broken union so
called covenant between God
and mankind. Nothing good can
come out of this unholy broken
union so called covenant between us.
The night takes the place of
sunlight casting a shroud upon
this beautiful disaster, human
monster whose sight will remain
blurry forever.