I sat on the roadside, alongside many others, watching a city on the brink of collapse.
The night was dark but the earth had a deep orange glow to it, illuminating everything within sight.
I was surrounded by hypocrites. People of no real passion or purpose. Their eyes spoke of what their mouths wouldn’t reveal; stories of hatred, envy, and evil. And with those eyes they shot the sliest looks straight at me, with wicked pretentious grins covering their faces.
They all seemed the same, really. Though their faces differed, their eyes were unified.