Beautiful words portraying a dark reality Something based on truth and brutality Forsaken dreams of casualties A mixed breed formed of fatalities March on till you see the horizon Blur in the blue of the ocean A monologue to beauty A dialogue with trojan Something to capture your mind In it's full capacity Taking the time to diffuse The bombs of vicious viscosity Bolted to corners of a table at den Of masked men in formals A haste hiccup with pen Misty eyes of loners on rent Blow up the centers while they rant The one's who look normal And have no friends A blured line of torture A clear point to append Muffled voices that try to shout A ashy flavor of pine and drought Morning rants #kruelt
