This annual parade
In a crowded parade of empty souls our eyes meet. Are you a tragedy of hope and founder of regret? This world was quickly silenced with the explosion of their sun, here we stand in darkness. The cold grows intense, first air excapes the atmosphere, you choke on your breathe until you realize you never needed to breath at all. The ground turns to ice and your body falls numb. the blackness follows, you go from darkness to a vision fo your past life, pathetic and shameful. The theme goes on to your first love, known only as The Lost. Broken, your train of thought as soon as your mind goes blank, your bones crack and you no longer can move. The last thought of your life is a face, full of tears, she meant nothing in that frame. you cant force a prettier memory forward and you are stunk to the earth. Your soul is paraded throught society so they can see the expression of dissappointment on your face. This parade is in honor of you. Enjoy the cheers, all the cry at my expence.laugh. This is in honor of you. the entertainment was never meant for your enjoyment, the only one these tears were meant for was the one not looking,