walls,
worn out with pride
paint,
scratched off with anger
floor,
mudded with vices.
start again.
(and there goes the sound of destruction.
then silence.
all that is left
is a broken wasteland.)
walls,
worn out with pride
paint,
scratched off with anger
floor,
mudded with vices.
start again.
(and there goes the sound of destruction.
then silence.
all that is left
is a broken wasteland.)