A frozen field of broken glass
That makes up crystal flowers
And shooting sprouts of poison grass
That grow in acid showers
A cold and cracking ashen sky
Over a salt-seared ocean
That fills as all the children cry
Of empty, dead emotion
A creeping chill sweeps through the trees
And leaves their fingers reaching
They’re wishing for a pair of knees
To bend beneath the screeching
The lightning strikes, and sets ablaze
The fields, burns through the ground
The tears, the fears, the twisted maze…
It burns the whole world down.

– s. Clark