the color of my soul

a little something i wrote for my English class.

As the world falls down…I spin around and I around. There is no sound, not a sound. There is love there is love to be found, in the worst way in the worst way in the worst way. Have we all simply gone mad or is this all a dream? My heart beat is the only thing I really need. I look to the sky as the rain fell to the ground. Nothing, always nothing. Light fills my eyes but does not dissolve these tasteless words of color. So much color the air is filled with. But the stench of death floods my nose and there is no rest for the wicked. There is nothing but the sky and the ground. Where am I, where am i?