The night sky ruptured and bled crimson
The souls of tortured and restless spirits of the departed descended upon us....
Hovered around us
Their defeaning twisted screeching and whispers fell into our trembling ears
Those who took refuge in the fort that cannot be touched by the unholy denied us entry
We begged and knocked until our knuckles bled
Till our fingernails fell off
The ground crumbled beneath us
Opened a giant sink hole to oblivion
Trapped in the shackle of near damnation
Motionless
All we could do was endure the inescapable ruination
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
The night sky ruptured and bled crimson
The souls of tortured and restless spirits of the departed descended upon us....
Hovered around us
Their defeaning twisted screeching and whispers fell into our trembling ears
Those who took refuge in the fort that cannot be touched by the unholy denied us entry
We begged and knocked until our knuckles bled
Till our fingernails fell off
The ground crumbled beneath us
Opened a giant sink hole to oblivion
Trapped in the shackle of near damnation
Motionless
All we could do was endure the inescapable ruination
