gothic Along with your rage follows your fate Pugatory awaits to feed of your hate Inside it’s burning, flames all around The site deafining all others screaming sound Whitnesses bleed and whimper in shame Towards everyone else you point your blame When you fall you will take down the sun Shadows will rise and heaven… Continue reading disaster

The Flames

Ashes fall like tear drops From the weeping fire Coating the ground in a Field of gray snow of sorrow In rain, those ash of memory are turned to mud And are washed away…