Walking through the streets of a lost town,
Stepping on leaves of red, gold and brown,
Buildings built from bricks and stone,
Walk beside me.
I may look all alone,
But I have this town to keep me company.
It's angry rivers run through the my soul,
It's crimson skies color my eyes,
It's soft winds caresses my skin.
And it's silent streets strips me of my sins.
YOU ARE READING
For I Was God.
PoetryPoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
