Walking the streets, a child, so young, A place quiet, grey sky, but numb, The child goes to school, sits silent and lonesome, but when she's released she jumps up rather wholesome. Elaria waits, in the out, in the house, for the family she knows, but can't quite recount. A memory, fading, lost but quiet, Elaria, unaware of the fate that is dying. There is no sun. A blinking red dot. A forever blank sky. A copy of whats not. She's unaware. It all reverses. Stacking the stones, But turn and their missing. Elaria sings, in her dark lonely world. but one day she wakes, Walks out of her house, But notices quick, The change in the making. The world shifts a bit, the weather more cold, Not very much, Noticed but not. If she had looked up, At the dot like the sun, She might've noticed, It wasn't beating a lot. The next day was colder, But their was no wind. Perfectly still, No color as always. The dot was slower. Elaria noticed. She went on to school. With nobody else. This world was a curse. There was no one there. Wandering through memories She remembered but feared. Everything done, undid once not stared, The way that it was, but never the same. The days got colder. The dot got slower. Elaria stopped leaving. No warmth. Nothing. The trees rotted. The houses crumbled. The world shook without moving. Quiet. Empty. De@d with the girl in it. A parent cries, one holds on stronger, but he is breaking, can't stand any longer. Their beautiful girl, So innocent, so sweet, D1ed in the coma she lived in for weeks.
