Loss Of Identity

It was chillingly true.
You walked out?
of the soot, without
leaving any footprints.

There were some very
hard questions. Why?
did you snap,
while sparrows were mating?

Carnage. The roses
were burning inside. The
red cherries shriek and
run for the amnesty.

On the terrace, the yellow
moon descends for a?
word. Why the nukes were
pointed towards the spiders?