ghost
the skin we shed has stories to tell
When every block and tree offered endless chances When dreams burned with purity, love, goblins and gods Once upon a time they stood on the edge of a black hole, with their backs to the blade Once upon a time they stood on the edge of a black hole, amazed by the sun Their tiny hands clung to their mothers, fathers and their paper dolls One by one they wilted and withered at the bottom of the sandbox They cried out, but their creators were without an answer "What about the promises?" "Where have our red balloons floated off to?" At best they were replied to with sympathy, sadness and distant touches Overcome by sorrow, greed and hate one time superheroes fell powerless Soon there after, the world, in all of its magic and splendor, Fell victim to they tyranny of zombies and villains