5 acessos
The innocent creature is staring
Outside the white view blinds the eyes of he who walks into the night
Everything is suddently so silent and thoughts wander around
trying to find peace from this cruel plane of existence
Still it goes on and never will it stop and the reason for this is simply the way it has always been.
Turning its head for all that is living and listening the voices that cannot be heard
Its hate grows stronger every passing moment and it foretolds..
Never will it stop nor never will it end, circular objects floating by
Corners so sharp they could cut stone
It just is and that is the cruelest thing in all its being...
The stares are locked
Now it is certain
There is no turning back
now
nor never will there be...