The ruins compromise the landscape. Nothing more than that. Sand colors the horizon. Wind cuts like a knife. A little water doesn’t kill the thirst. Everything just rots. The life is gone. All that remains is death.
In a ghost planet…
A wasted face and rusty wrinkles Eyes raped by violence I can’t use my hands There is no strength Carrying poison in my veins Exhaling death in my breath The only thing that comforts My soul is already dead to this world
