Loss Of Identity

It was chillingly true. 
You walked out�"� 
of the soot, without 
leaving any footprints. 

There were some very 
hard questions. Why�"� 
did you snap, 
while sparrows were mating? 

Carnage. The roses 
were burning inside. The 
red cherries shriek and 
run for the amnesty. 

On the terrace, the yellow 
moon descends for a�"� 
word. Why the nukes were 
pointed towards the spiders?