Faded

[Zeik Blaine]

lights grow dim
my sight is closing
taken by the sound of night
night calls out carnage
carnage that invades us
loud Shrieks are cried
many are slaughtered
silent cries are spilled
women are raped
laughter overtakes the perpatrators
who enjoy their evil

taste of the misty morning dew
light arises
my sight appears
by the developing orange air
from the horizon
awaken by the sound of morning
day brings violence
large buildings crash to the ground
tiny babies are lost within the rubble
Desperate, scared teenagers run wild
guns call out; terror strikes our schools;
Officials struck with awe
As they turn and shrug

preparing for carnage
after the violence
delicate orange dust sets in
look into the dark past
watching it fade away
fading out of genocide
fading into our destruction

[Trevor Vincent]

This used some good imagery..."taste of the misty morning dew" and "delicate orange dust" really caught my senses. I had to read this one a couple times to really get it...it has a strong point though...nice work.

[Hannibal]

*points at Trevor* what he said! good job

[tsilo]

i don't know if i'm right but words such as ignorance and greed came into me while reading this..would that be the possible theme for this?

[Zeik Blaine]

Well, Ignorance maybe.I can see how you would fit that in, but greed no. Maybe confusion with struggle of our society. How we turn and look to other 'important things', is what i was looking for.