When I look out my window.
I see the many people walking by with cold embedded in their hearts.
I see the evil looking back at me, telling me the many tales of grim and darkness.
I see the air as people breathe, cold and dark like the void of our moon.
I see death lingering in the air, waiting to strike their enemy, life.
I see sadness lurking behind every skull.
I see schools in terror, running away from themselves.
And when I asked Jerry, all he said was the world, and sadly, I knew the picture we saw, was the same.