Broken glass shaped like a cup,

It cracks and it breaks till it’s had enough.

A scratched up knife with scars of rust,

Each appears as the knife learns to trust.

Glass panels as walls:

See through yet no one sees through all.

A door bolted shut, opens up wide,

A strange visitor crashes inside.

The delicate walls begin to shake,

Holding itself together: it doesn’t want to break.

The visi...

Red. A color of both love and anger.

Two very different emotions, but both centered around the same thing: desire.

Whether it’s desire for lust or desire for revenge:

red makes you do things. Bad things.

And the desire of the color red is a dangerous thing.

Blood. Cold, thick… addictive.

I watched as he begged on his knees, for mercy.

Mercy at my hands. Mercy for me to let him go. ...

Morbid sounds coming from the casket.

Dried roses and flowers of losses.

Ashes and blood flow through my veins;

The past is the present: lost and decayed.

Cities burn to a crisp.

Apple trees, once tall, wither into the abyss.

Scarlett sunsets turned to black—chaos ensues

There’s no going back.

Destruction is chaos, and the chaos is me.

I am the nightmare of the earth and the trees.

Sire...