The Dying World.

I weep for you, dying world
I did all I could for you.
The last leaf will fall and crumble.
The last flower wilts away.
And all that remains
is smog
destruction
grey, and sorrow
darkness
and people -
Empty people, oblivious, uncaring.
All that's left of the beauty that once was
is a shell
which, like the rest of the world,
Will soon disintegrate...
Leaving nothing.

If I don't cry for you...
Who will?

I might color this, so let me know if you see anything wrong with the anatomy. All I see is that the head is too big and the torso is a little short. (And the tear is in the wrong place, but that's okay. >> )
That was not even a poem. <_< It was just.. I don't know. Something. A description of how the angel person feels, of how I feel.
I hate cities and modernization and pollution, cars and people who are always running, always rushing to get somewhere that they will never reach. Because when they reach their destination... they just turn around and find someplace else to run.

Ga was wonderful, lol.

Oh, she's not sitting on anything. She's kind of.. floating. Yeah. >_>;