LadyAlias

The wind sighs The house groans The moon rides high At midnight The people sleep The curtains blow The thunder outside Rumbles quietly The tv echoes The lights dim The hearts beat slowly From within The house is quiet The thunder grows The curtains whisper I'm all alone.

‘I think this is what it looks like.’ ‘Pardon?’ ‘The end of the world.’ ‘Oh. Do you think it can be fixed?’ ‘Not likely, I don’t think anyone imagined this amount of slaughter.’ ‘Someone must have, there must be something.’ ‘There's nothing, no one. I wonder how many survived.’ ‘There's always hope.’ ‘Hope needs love to survive, there is no love in war, not now. We don’t even have to see who we shoot down anymore.’ ‘Its barbaric.’ ‘Humans always have been best at that.’ ‘Do you suppose thatR