Member Poem

Acid rain burning our skin
It's like fire raging within.
Our souls corrupted by sin,
Destiny's patience wearing thin.

Wrongdoers scatter all over,
Desperate to escape their doom.
Destiny cackles like Joker,
"Do you think you'll rise anew?"

The sky shines disturbingly bright,
So vividly blue like Neptune.
No clue - it's the day or the night,
The last thing you see is the Moon.

Eyes snapping open - it was a dream?
Scenery's serene and homely.
The air less vital than it seems,
A hiss - your senses slipping slowly.

A shadow whispers through the gloom,
Or was it merely wind's tune?
The silence lingers, thick and deep,
Are you awake, or still asleep?

A flicker of thought - was it ever real?