Driving insanely,
as the walls collide
father's voice roared
fleeting,
echoing,
Scorching.
A hard-fought battle ending.
The next you see
is mother's weeping.
This eternal bond—
a family they call
once lively, now gone.
forever happy
as we carry on.
The next thing I see,
my reflection, b r o k e n, d̸̰͂̑ị̴̜̌̔ŝ̸̜̪t̵͇̎o̵̫̰̊ŕ̸͎t̸̝̝̋ḛ̸͓́d̴̙͑̚
in the
s h a t t e r e d
plates and debris.
I couldn't,
In this w o r l d,
I shouldn't.
In this small room,
I counted,
what's left of tomorrow?
Sorrow.
What Lavish?
You mean anguish?
Am I being punished?
What did I ever did
to deserve this?
#1/20.
