"you don't realize"
she spoke
"you made me have chaos"
"a clash of crimson, soaked swords"
"a crowd of the fury of men"
they stood.
silence.
and even though
they held umbrellas
they still felt the cold touch
of the pattering rain.
"you don't realize"
she spoke
"you made me have chaos"
"a clash of crimson, soaked swords"
"a crowd of the fury of men"
they stood.
silence.
and even though
they held umbrellas
they still felt the cold touch
of the pattering rain.