Vernal Dreamscapes:
Fallen illustrations of man
We all reside in devil’s fire
Erect another monolith
Men and their disgusting desires
Long ago we lived with earth
Another “Glory” for man
Beyond sound I scream
I cry out in laughter
Our lives are felled
We mock the trees
They pity the weak
Gold porcelain beneath me
Spill his black blood
Infinite blackness withers
Corrodes the sun
I am without control
Watching the genocide
Man’s folly grown
on weakened ground
I cry out in laughter
While their lives are felled
Crumble down
Swallowed whole
About the Creator
Ryan Welch
I wander through the fog that is my life. Writer of poems, music and stories, for those feeling misunderstood. Welcome
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