The Ballad of the Broken

The Beginning of the end

Everything seemed as it should be in this world. No one would ever find out. Not even the others. All was hell here, just like it should be. Constant fighting, depression and anexity. Nothing really changed around here. Everyone knew everyone’s insecurities. They were born with the black label on their face. Most mothers didn't want their children, which the skies were red and black. Filled with children’s and Her tears. Rivers gushed blood and diseases. The dirt was dry, often dust storms would blow though. Everyone distracted by themselves. No one would ever get out alive. Who knew. Sometimes She reaped, leaving dead bodies everywhere, leaving a trail of blood and graphite but only when it rained she would rain her terror. When She  left no one saw where she went, but Black and Red
She left, you just knew.But there was a time when She was young, and would tell her mother "mom, there's a monster in my covers," but it wouldn't change anything. Because it was true, and her mother,father brothers and sister knew it was. Nothing was ever to be saved. It rained when She cried and thundered when She cut. It was true, there was no happy endings.