A trail of devastation is all that is left
no sounds can be heard...

Darkness
hatred is what i feel...

SCREAMING,SCREAMING
Please stop the screaming...

When night and day no longer exist
the absolute seams of the world...

When turmoil has risen over the limits
your surroundings seem to fade away into the back...

Hidden under unknown features
you lie still and cold...

The wind blows away
the young childish memories we once had...

The world seems to stop
and are gazes are met with cold faces...

Cold chills creep up her body
she shivers and takes a deep breathe...

A smell of dead bodies is all to common to me
the once vulgar smell has disintegrated over time...

A box on my shelf
holds the things i only care for...

I feel it
i feel it over whelming me...