To think. Do
It’s easy to forget about you.
No thought is mine, I must’ve left it behind
We passed a graveyard, Dead Chaos, A whirlwind of anger cut through stone. Bouncing.Dragging. Consuming. Evolving.
Destruction, the dead lies in shambles, weeping seeps through the screaming madness, exposing the hurt. The underbelly of this ravaging rage. Discontent from my presence? Sad eyes appeared before me, a land that cries.