I still fathom your demise

The roads are begging of return

You leave your house because of the weather

We speak of promises

I won't be much longer

Georgia and its quietness

Defining ruin the best way possible

Here lies the only answer you expect

Of silence

The pain and I

Bring your own home

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process  he does not become a monster.

Friedrich Nietzsche