A red sky fractured
deforming the air.
Their foreign whispers
without essence; heartless
soulless, and without a core.
The ground no longer stable
but rising and falling in waves.
Liquid fire burning our throats
And in the place our hearts were supposed to be
We stumble, groping sightlessly
the unstable walls of subconscious
our nails clawing fruitlessly the confines of