It rains bombs, destroying any smidge of civilisation but oh, what do they know, humanity had been annhilated long before the world gave us our first breath. Families are separated, tearing away mother from child, but oh,what do they know, our hearts were already wrenched astray. Guns in our hands, violence burning in our veins, but oh, what do they know, our minds were already succumbed by savagery, slaughtered by this cruel carnival. Screams ringing in the sky like war horns but oh, what do they know of the hushed howls that constantly convulse our limbs.
A tear escaped his eye, but the only eye that saw the tear was his own because it was wiped away like a parched river even before it reached the high of his cheekbones. How dare they escape his perfectly masked visage like blemishes staining its pale cosmetic. Running till his insides churned, till his muscles burned, till collapse was what his sweat yearned. He could hear the blood plundering his veins, muffling his ears, fracturing his heart. The blood that was begging to cascade out, if that was the last thing that took for it to be heard.
Threatening to break free from his fragile body, they ravage his brain, loot his senses, suffocate his breath. It won't be long before these letters, these words, these sentences that have stocked the libraries of his brain ever since his body was acquainted with his spirit, shatter the walls of this gingerly built dam and when they do, the acid on his tongue will finally spill and corrode the fake reality of us mortals, afterall, they were just words dissolved in water, like acid corroding his blood, sweat and tears.
