Tragedy.

We live in a place where the church bells ring, hiding death and desire contained within.
Outside is a place where the ravens sing, where hurricanes crash and tornadoes spin.
The graves are dug and bodies buried, while parent sit, alone and worried.
Too scared to show the feelings inside, they cry no more and the pain they hide.

- First section. Need to work out what to do with this.
EmmaEmpathy EmmaEmpathy
18-21, F
Dec 16, 2012