|Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone|
Time to get rid of these rap criminals!
BeautyOut in the sunshine you watch her play,Beauty by ~Duke-Devlin
Balloon on a string and the brightest smile.
Wisps of cloud drift gently by,
Floating in the sky of the most beautiful hue.
The breeze catches her hair, but also the string;
It rises away, soft pink against blue.
Tears prick at her eyes, she turns to scream,
And right there is mummy;
With a new balloon and string.
FeatherThe charred remnant of a feather floats softly to the ground, it's airy path undisturbed by strong wind or the slightest breeze. Silence has fallen over the city, in every direction you look there are discarded items of lives long gone purses, bags, shoes; even the roof tiles of the many once proud standing buildings have chosen to loosen from their bonds and slip away to the ground.Feather by ~Duke-Devlin
Smashed glass litters the pavement, each pool of glistening fragments a mere memoriam of the cars and windows that once bore the winds and weather. For a brief moment you feel the warmth of the sun on your skin before it is once again snatched behind the sheet of perpetual cloud it is comforting. Daylight is quickly retreating, and tonight will be a fresh battle.
Today? Today is just day 53.