I hardly remember the times of peace. the era of honor is but a sand hope upon which the tide has beaten into nonexistance. now my mind is flooded with war, loathing is the leader of their cause. every life taken amidst the shrieks of agony and desperate pleas, echo with exuberance in my pounding head. how i long to reach out for them, to help them, save them. but i am only as strong as their faith. i am bound, unable to break free, by the chains of their abandon.
 MonstaJam · Tue Jun 27, 2006 @ 06:52pm · 2 Comments |
