Erementarushokan

Skyes Freeman sat at the dinner table of his home, his newly bought laptop sitting before him, dressed simply in boxers, grey-camouflage jammies, a grey tank-top and socks, that were sliding around the linoleum floor of his kitchen. He'd just finished reading something about the recent news, some articles about some folks announcing they'd run for president in the next year, and others about pointless subjects, like celebrity break ups and rising interest in toothpaste sales. Skyes hadn't paid attention to those, other that the political news. The soft glow of his laptop screen added to the dim lamp, which sat by a radio, that played soft jaz

What to do with a broken old city A city broken so by the wars of old By the battles of a few Battles for reasons long forgotten Or reasons not understood Consequences that ruin a city once great And home to many Now the days are dark and cold Empty and lonely In the old, Dark City