War and pain floating throw the air , a new beginning the rise of death. Blood thickends scratching the the broken wall. Darknesss has become the new light in my life. I see nothing as is blinded for seconds, before the blade races deeply with in his back. Please Don’t leave me are the shallow screams following a young widow as the runs to his side carring three apon her apron. War is pain to those who did nothing wrong, bloody murder scretches threw the dark polluted air. What has happened to the world of our peace … it has been broken screams of dark despire. When the first shot was fired like a powder keg, all men fell in its dust. In this world of war and pain that floats now high above all that lay before it’s death.
War And Pain
February 11, 2010