Self Destruction. Poem by Derrick Andrews

Curtains of pitch black embers engulf the clouds as blood red lightning screeches across the midnight sky.
Screams of anguish ooze out from a desolate, tattered building, wrapped in smokey ash colored vines.
The deserted, depressed ghost town seemed to pulsate with its own silence,
A deafening surge of the absence of sound so heavy that it appeared to suffocate your ears.
Centuries have passed since the last living soul wandered this terrain, hopeless and lost, pleading for death.
A decaying poster of a ragged old man smiling deviously with cracked sulfur colored teeth is plastered upon a rotting wall.
The deadly silence had a leeching effect upon all biotic forms, granting life to the malicious eyes of the madman.