there are some days where a deep anger bubbles to the surface and i were a volcano all you’d see is lava flowing down destroying everything in its path there are some days when there is no voice of reason there is only fear directing everything squeezing everything so that i wish something would pop…
Tag: destruction
the sister of destruction
i am the sister of destruction coming your way with no stops charging through and unceasing i follow after and make life from the path of death she leaves as my welcome mat i am not angry i am kind i move slowly i put things where they might be noticed i make things beautiful…
