Sky...
This desperate nostalgia never ceases I search endlessly for what I've lost This longing for the past tears me to pieces I keep the photos but at what cost.
In the forest dark and eerie. The sun rises, dull and dreary. Trees with faces long and leery. Ghostlike figures wander weary. All falls silent under moon. Creatures wail their lonely tune.
The night was black upon the hill. The lines of trees where blacker still. Contorted lepers, line on line. Branches reach towards the sky. The sun does rise, sky pales to grey.
Into the earth the rain was bleeding, From britain was the sun receding. Children looked with widest eyes, Upon the slate grey iron skies.
Mars was an ordinary guy. He didn't ask for much, and he didn't get it either.