Daddy

December 25, 2017

Nothing but darkness outside and inside walking to the window wearing nothing up but a blank canvas pure and white as snow but the snow inside no longer white but turned into black ice.

Descending upon the stairs of memories one last step, one last touch, to empty hall and lifeless portraits dead faces and broken dreams. Unfortunately every prick felt, pleasure accepted.

Silence is the only one speaking, out of nowhere a large metallic yawp breaks the speech of silence and just like that hopes are gone dreams turned into nightmares.
Tears welcomed the low morning glow.