Don’t You Wonder…?

Don’t you wonder where they go
The men and women of religions gone
The stark reality is a harsh blow
A cruel chance of birth they’d drawn

In Hell they wait, for you and woe
And even in the end, ultimate truth is not for you or they to know.

Nightmare Fuel 2016, Day 20


Once upon a time

there was a little man
he sat upon his rock
and stared across the sand
Once a day he looked
across the empty waste
and every other evening
he gazed up into space
Once upon a time
those grains of sand were stars
and every morning they glitter
and remember what they are
But the little man just sits there
tears across his face
for he knows he is alone
in all of time and space