The Three Ds
I just heard about Paris today
It snapped my soul into peices
Glass shards of those hearts that were shattered at the thought of a loved one being involved.
Peices of glass that will someday fade out,
Never remembered
It's tragedies like this that remind me
There is no god
Well, that I am capable of believing in
Because if there was, some omniscient being of good up in the clouds above my head,
They wouldn't ever
Ever let anything as fucking horrible as this happen.....
But that's about all I ever hear about anymore...
Death.
Destruction.
Dismay.
