The sun was swallowed
The sky dark with red rain
City a monster of machine
Country of fields
Graves as far as you can see
Barbed wire as fence
Water was replaced with blood
Rainbows became black and gray
You held my hand
I leaned on you
The bats played our song
Ghouls shared there crusted homes
Alone with you
In the dirt house from hell
We spoke amongst the fire flies
Eating souls at the diner
Sleeping on you in the thorn bush
Some how the environment was pleasantly dark
Maybe it was you
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