Bloodless Dispair

Soulless,

In a land of death and despair,

All I see before me is more

Blood and tears.

 

Nothing surpasses the surreal

This empty abyss.

A rugged terrain

The stretches as far as can be,

With no possibility of ever

Reaching any clarity.

Crimson,

Red, flows down the rifts of this terrain.

Gushes by

 Without receiving a glimpse.

Passersby dismiss this sign of

Death and despair…

 

Peace is what they seek,

In this great land of red

Chaos is only what they live.