Sorrowful fate

Awkwardness and shame lost words on this seized day.
Overcasted and dismal lack of words describe what i once meant to say.
Amidst the suffering and pure heart felt hatred, lies a cure.
A cure to the ever following phantom that haunts every word.
Darkness and destruction portray the inner beings of this place.
Devils and demons run along the empty streets, ripping through and boaring those that stand in their way.
A burning fire, and car alarms screech with a bark and a snarl that chills my spine.
Sunlight is absent, for weeks going on end.
Tattered souls are broken, nothing more left to mend.
Hiding is useless nowhere to go. Futile scars show evil where are they fo.
A small baby wimpers and begins to cry.
The crying stops as I hear a snarl and a growl and one loud bark, and it fades to the sky
A wildman yells and screams and he flys from the sky.
All noises end as his body slams to the ground.
As motionless as a stillborn, blood leaks from his veins life is nowhere but around.
Hope is a word that we know of, a word that is there.
But not sereen, and consoling as its mechanics were meant to sound.
Not well enough to use in this time we know.
Burning ember rains from the sky, clothes soaked in gasoline, leaking lines, an overturned truck spewing carbon dioxide.
Blood floods the streets of fire, death and worldly posessions.
This is my heart, dark empty and alone,
nothing but meere reflections on what I've once known.
All hope is lost whilst emptiness is set in stone.