Society

A faded memory of a familiar face...an angels wings clipped by society and its judgmental ways.What they say carves a wound in even the strongest of souls as their words cut the innocent as if they were razorblades slitting the flesh.actions affected by the curses of cruel crude cockroaches of ridiculous trends.Is this world as lively as its facade has been because the truth is every empire ends and those its scarlet stained walls and pathetic people call home will cease to exist.And all they scorned will watch them wither away like dying roses choked by a winter night