Murky red

When the dust has cleared and the field is at rest there is no motion. No sound. No one dares to move. Hearts race. Eyes blurred. Murky red lines show unreachable expectations for those who cannot achieve are obliterated.

We strive to reach the top using any means possible: stealing, manipulation, killing

All these things to what gain.

What have we lost?

Still a work in progress. I need to make a cover still. Please be patient with me.