Fragments and figments
In a world without pigments
Reality’s gone with the sin and away
I have no place where I can stay.

Bloody sheets and sweat
In a world without sounds and breath
No balance in sight and zero places to hide
This monstrous child bride.

Forgotten wars and words,
In a world with unsharpened swords
These times are waving goodbye to this land
All that is left is some sand.

Pic.