Holy... Fog

The Boy Without a Cause

That morning he awoke in bliss.
The day passed quickly and he watched it go.

That evening he walked home content.
The sky was covered in blood,
just like his hands.

That night he was at peace,
sleep came with an ease.

That morning he awoke in a fright,
the day ahead was not so welcoming,
it dragged and buried him without remorse.

That evening he walked home without delight.
The day had turned to night.
The sky was dark and cold
and the air was filled with decay,
just like his heart.