It walks a dark and silent road,
covered in blood and death.
With every step it takes, it reconciles
For nothing else is left.
The being stops to question itself,
is right or is it theft?
The being gazes at the moon
howling with each and every breath,
hoping that something else is out there,
yet there is nothing but distress and death.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC