Break Me Down

Darkened smog from within polluting the air that is breathed, the darkest of days where the sun hides it's rays letting sorrow in with a glee. The crowds that gathered upon the street were like fields of harvest wheat, their souls stacked like cardboard as they spoiled from the heat. Break me down from the clay from which I'm made, can you see me still? Alone and afraid, you hide in your Paper Mache house built with regret and fear. Can you see the puppets shadow dancing on the strings as your played? Are you a ghost within a ghost lost with no more years? It is never darker when you close your eyes, yet you keep them shut.