The clouds descend upon usStress compounding at this time of yearGetting darker as the days buildWaxing upon the fruition of fear This world is a bloody hellA disaster proven before the ink driesScorn for a distant foundationFutility in which all hope slowly dies The darkness returnsLooking for a story to wryly beginMiscommunications falter& I wadeContinue reading “The Clouds Descend Upon Us”
