Until the night which fell silent and all could not have understood it's implication.
Our hearts like an ensemble of cold eclipsing desire, Hurt broken and sand like.
They fell granules, until the volume gone from sight left us alone.
Not one could hear, not a one could understand why.
Forward we come
But fall on deaf ears the sound, shoots across like lasting colours playing on the wind. The drip in sepia tone, ghostly images an imaginary perspectives. They make their way towards her. As the charging "Eyelets" are almost upon her
Heart at hand
Fire and will
Both will fill
Burn and cold
Tourch your soul
Die within as your blaze begins.
These entities, onslaughts had played onward towards, the countless homes of which they had destroyed and murdered. "My Duaghter a gifted, "Humblesom" She my bright star in this mess. Stands in there face with blood red eyes and burning hate.
A we together turn this sepia toned world, Red with blood.