I do not have a title for it yet. But it has to do with the war tearing apart eurpoe and the middle east. But is dedicated to the victims of tragedy everywhere. I hope you enjoy it. Criticism would be nice thankyou. ------------ When the wind dies down, we can breathe for a moment. Our hearts stop and our sorrow fades. And all that is left is bitter emptiness and the faces of what was to come are lifted. The barren rubble lay draped by fog in the blood covered streets that were once humble and walked upon by the bare feet of the innocent ones. By the end of time this tragedy shakes us in a period where color ceases to show its true potential and every shade of grey is brought to us in a carriage of bombshells. The tides of happiness are drawn back to the reign of destruction. The ground, broken. The skies, splintered. And everything that lies between, pierced by an existence of uncontained power. What was once flourished is now perished. What was once art, now dust. What was once life, now death. Somewhere there was hope, but who will live to see it? Somewhere there was a legacy to be made, but who will fulfill it? Put your ear to the ground and listen. Hear the screams and suffering of a lost dream.
