• Fallen Angels
    Snow falls down, all throughout the town, as I stare out my window and think, Is it true that were all on the brink (of existience). The snow forms the cotton of a thick blanket, and I just can't take it, we're all just going to sit here and fake it. We'll stay here in denial and won't even help the fact that, all this may be gone in by the time you could all look back. The beauty and dream and a dream is all it will ever seem. If we don't help there will be no human beings. Plant a tree or two, maybe sneek a less few, walk and talk, and save the creatures that go bawk. If it's going to be the end of the world, try and save a year, not just chicken out from fear.