When the wild flowers kissed the sky and you drank your nostrils full to brim with life's sweet stench of youth Your eyes filled with hurt in each passing breath DENIAL You sit alone and cry with unfelt pain. The children of dying earth howl for the love their parents never gave nor trusted to give. So the sorrow ate their souls and left milky white and empty shells in place of young life that once danced in it's shadow. The angry mass of hate balled into a fetal child's eyes. Suicidal ramblings cloud like the deepest murky water. Childhood slips down his frame like a stream of piss. In every clap of thunder he hears the screams of dead lovers and fear rises in his chest like vomit. He runs Through the tears of pregnant gray clouds deadened with silence. The pewter sky bursts into flames as he drifts to sleep in a swirling cloud of smoke His last feeble attempt to scream is wasted in a final breath as a gust of wind replaces the echo with a faint mournful sigh and once again, his cries go unnoticed. Sucks, no?