What do you do when everything has been taken? When every dream, hope and desire has been stolen in a gust of wind like it never matter in the first place? It leaves them grey and emptiness in it’s place.
The sailor locked the door
The mayor fed the fires rushing the town below
The maid quit and cried
Her lover ran to a dead end and took a shot to calm down
The prince lost his sight
Unfortunately the mind stayed intact
The crush sat on the temple stairs, paused in prayer
The criminal filled the emptiness with whispers of heresy
The puppets lost their strings
and the council was released
The twins lost their witch
The hero lost his twin
Stars crashed into the ocean in front of the tree
The moon never came back
The mountains blocked the sun and the page was torn
The book cracked it’s spin and the author was imaginary.
The edge was already Broken
The children ran, will run, and always will run on the edge of their Broken Tubes.
You will trust but they will know the consequences.