so this was it.
the start of it all.
the bullet to the back, and the grim bombed store.
the bullets wizz and the concrete shatters.
a broken mind about to be splattered.
enemies, the jaggered strays,
lost without a home and starved for days.
companys of degraded riches
hang from the trees, bleeding and speechless.
infinity flys but only in flutters,
for the night without a sky is the first thought to the others
