As I gaze at the clouds of grey,
The sky flashes in white,
Blinding the onlookers to a fright.
Followed by the growling sound,
Like Fury from the Gods above.
I see the clouds of grey again,
Escaping from my father's lips.
The poison that filled his lungs,
He leaves the world in a rush.
The clouds of grey greet me again,
As thunder and lightening roar in my ears.
The water seeping through my skin,
Cold, yet warm, the tears from Angels.
I gaze at the poisoned city once more,
Disgusting, yet beautiful.
And without giving a second glance,
I leave this world forevermore.
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PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
