murder
As I sit here, my head lay dormant and my heart, chained to an anchor, trudges through the depths of the ocean. God, where are you? I used to see stars in the night sky, billions would shine, and I could almost see your illuminated face. Your presence would stroke my eyes, painting them so many beautiful colors, like a paintbrush dipped into a shocking shade of red. Or maybe even blue. I can not comprehend what happened, I never will. All I know is that when I gaze into that same night sky, all I see are the shimmering carcasses shining upon an empty, hopeless, void. God, where did you go? Because all those vibrant colors have drained, revealing the dull foundation of humanity. The raw and indecent truth is this: the pedestal you once were showcased on now lay crumbled and broken, like my faith, my vision, and all my inspiration. Where are you, God?
