letters assembled.

cold.

I stood over looking the
destruction from the hills.
The silence that surrounded me was madening. Deafening.
Destruction plauges over the city.
Bodies laid on the ground.
Decomposing into the cold ground.
The frozen dead air blew passed my face.
Smoke rose from the air, freeing itself into the atmosphere.
Debris and blood littered what was left of my view.
The battle was over.
And I was alone.
The aftermath of the terror I had just experienced smelled of death and stale smoke.
Collapsing towers pass before my view.
Yelling extreamists wishing for our end.
I take a deep inhale and try to foget about the brothers I had lost and the family I had killed and move forward.
The blood stained my attire and my hands as I walked over the debris and charred bodies in the street, entering the destruction.
The music is dead now.
The shouting and fighting have all ceased long ago.
I pass decomposing bodies and empty bullet casings.
I pass my brother who is nothing more but a dead body, lifeless on the concrete.
I Remember watching the bullets pass through him.
I remember his final moments.
Surrounded by enemies and pressure as I tried to put pressure on his wounds to stop his bleeding.
My feet pause as I look around observing.
Countless souls... Lost.
So many are dead.
Quickly I resume, leaving the corpse of the only brother I've ever known to rot in the past.
My feet carry me deeper into the wreckage, deeper into the void.
Buildings rot and fall to dust, lifelessly as I slowly pass by observing what exactly had happened to this place...