Soaken

The world's apart The thorns of a glass are left to be held Mirror floating, broken with no reflection Heart shaken in disbelief No disper of fear, at any disposal A day ment nothing, as hours evaporated with the wind of life perishing thoroughly There is no chance to see further Everything it's consumed back to the earth The soil is swollen with Ashes No one is left behind No sign of soul in the South No light of hope in the East There is no reason to the West The north is swallowed Ashleigh Ngoqo