Today... I returned briefly to my home village, only to find it the way I left it... In ruins. Pfeh, it's funny, the blood had dried and disappeared with age, but I still smell it as clearly as the day it was spilled. I leave my writings on the broken stone so that I always remember who I was, who I am, and who I will be tommorow. The putrescence that is mankind will know my suffering with the cruelest hands of fate, I relish these moments...
Thaeros · Tue Dec 28, 2004 @ 07:04am · 2 Comments |