Imposing edifices rise . . .
The ground around me starts to crack
The grass erupts in waves of earth
The tarmacadam shimmers, black
These buildings 'round me reach so high
They seem to kiss the very sun
They rattle loudly in the wind
They shive, shake, they come undone
The glass at once begins to fall
These shards, obsidian and blue
I dart from side to side in fear
They're separating me from you
The jaws of hell gape open wide
They move to stop and swallow me
I fall, defeated in their grasp
You are the last thing that I see
© 2006 Braeden Jones