Sixth-Gun

Bombings and raids, What flashy parades, They keep us up at night, Preparing to give us a fright, But indifference is key, To make sure you don't flee, To the bright lights of town, That will only bring you down, Hide in the shadows, Don't show your sorrows, Keep to yourself, Let the others worry about their own hells.

It hadn’t been long since the lights had gone out.  It wasn’t necessarily dark in the house, but the air had this odd chill around it.  Like it was foretelling the night to come.  Jia sat in her room with a flashlight, reading a scary story.  Not really the best thing to do during a power outage, but it was always her favorite pass time.  She enjoyed the thrill, especially when it was heightened by the small creeks in the floorboards.  Suddenly, there was a loud crash outside.  It scared her and she dropped her book to the floor.  She walked over the window to see what happened. When Jia stuck her head out of the glass, the soun

Bombings and raids, What flashy parades, They keep us up at night, Preparing to give us a fright, But indifference is key, To make sure you don't flee, To the bright lights of town, That will only bring you down, Hide in the shadows, Don't show your sorrows, Keep to yourself, Let the others worry about their own hells.