SabineSuperiorArtist

He was always alone, no one by his side, broken dreams scattered at his feet. He stands alone. Accompanied by his shallow heart and his useless hope. But he still stands alone. Check his vital signs, nope. Still alive, just walking alone. His shadows his friends, no heart beat, no one looking to find him, so he lives alone. This empty street when the city's asleep, no ones hears his cries, wishing he was someone else, to hol his hand. The people sleep awake, oblivious to his crumbling faith. Why can no one see his hate, building bricks, he's a slave. Its home to him, trudging on the white line, he defies him somewhere in his mind. This was Ru

1943, Russia, aTuesday morning.    Russia could remember this day crystal clear. The sight of black smoke was sending chills down his back, the sight of blazing fire taking over great buildings.He glared through the dindgy window, the metal walls of his bomb shelter shook incredibley. He was cold, wearing only thin pants and an orange turtle neck he shivered. " Russia, what are you thinking? You cant go out into theat gunfire..." " Mother, you dont know what im thinking, nobody does." His words crisp and bitter, he was obviously in pain. " Germany cant take over our country, our home. I wont let him, ill crush him into tiny dust before h

His black crackled face, like burning birch bark the burnt pieces curl Ruby eyes getting brighter, like stop lights at midnight and the smell the undescribable charred smell, the melting, rubbery smell almost like death its uncertain, its there but its not it could be real like science fiction but the cool October breeze blows the ashes away and like thunder reality booms back into view u blink your eyes, demand its just your mind playing tricks its Halloween after all but, dont be quick to judge I garuntee, its was just your reality - Sabine