Grey

Grey skies cover this dying forest, her trees' withered and burnt with hells fire. a faded silhouette of my once vibrant self, wanders blindly through this nightmare. through the twigs and dying leafs, I see him weeping, his tears flow with pain; his heart hallowed with hate... the wind comes swiftly, like a thief in the night, unable to feel the breeze, i hear him cry his requiem. I watched this silhouette as if to watch myself, remembering his pain and suffering in, my life... Grey skies covered this dying forest, the place i once lived and died...