"The Murdered Planet"

Black snow litters the landscape
Falling from the sky like a rain of fire
Showering our vision with disappointment
While our purity gets buried under the weight

The clouds are ever thickening
Growing blacker and more numerous by the day
The sunlight struggles for a window
As we forget the feel of a warm touch

The stars hang as reminders
Taunting us with dreams of worlds away
Where lives are untouched, unbroken, and unnoticed
The last remaining mysteries from our eyes
Places hoping never to be discovered
Hoping never to feel a hand constricting the throat
Choking the air of salvation
Moving further and further into the blackness
And losing their way in the dark

We listen to the wind
Whispering sweet nothings in our ears
Running off to places much sweeter
And leaving us prisoners of our own decay

We're kissed by the moonlight
As it illuminates the shadows in which we cower
Lending credence to the spectres
That walk alone upon our murdered planet

Christopher M Colavito