Nation

Supernatural lurking in the alleyways. Staring into the searing light. Wretched transformation, mutation, our nation.

The lonely souls stagger and limp. Searching… For a crutch to lean upon.

Support.

Death brought upon the masses by the sins of those… who promised salvation, cessation , our nation.

Drowning in their own tears, life snuffed out The physical manifestation of emotion.

Closure is finally found in the dismal abyss of…

solitude.

The sun has shattered into a million and one translucent shards