lonely-unicorn

Through the haze and smoke, we see our world burning, our dreams murdered by the society that taught us to dream them. I stand watching ashes drift through the air like snow, settling on a place someone once called home. I lift my hands to the falling skies, wishing to join the paper angels dancing there. You ask what tomorrow holds, but the answer is unclear, like why we're to witness the death of all we love. I watch the night consume the world completely, secretly wishing the sun would never rise again. We were promised a kingdom, if not Hell, given promises we knew would be broken, dreams so that we could wake t