I am in control,
yet it's crashing down around me.
A fire spreading,
flames on a book of gold.
But was it ever gold?
"Nothing can protect us from the human screams, as the fire of anarchy intoxicates our once innocent minds... More
I am in control,
yet it's crashing down around me.
A fire spreading,
flames on a book of gold.
But was it ever gold?
Poetry