The storm went on for hours an endless night. The pain and sorrow poured out of the ominous clouds, covering this dying worlds. The hate for the people who have ruined this world, voiced by the roaring thunder. This is my life, the grayness taking over. Beautiful life ripped from its roots. I let out a silent cry for the damages done.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
The storm went on for hours an endless night. The pain and sorrow poured out of the ominous clouds, covering this dying worlds. The hate for the people who have ruined this world, voiced by the roaring thunder. This is my life, the grayness taking over. Beautiful life ripped from its roots. I let out a silent cry for the damages done.
