Haunted Town
The fog is blanketing the ground,
but I am not afraid,
rain starts to fall gently,
as I wave to your silhouette,
there is something about you,
when you return,
it frightens me,
shakes my every being,
my soul fears for you,
in a million different ways,
something is coming,
I feel it in my bones,
when the fog clears,
all that is left of this town,
is a pile of death and destruction,
there are no survivors,
I waited for you that day,
when it rained lightly,
your eyes seemed empty,
as I called out to you,
is this place haunted?
we will never know,
everything is gone,
maybe it is better that way.