|Argh, why Total War, why!?|
It Is NotAs if the night did not call for dread enough,
such was this putrid city-scape,
loud and unintelligible
Words clashed with noise
and nature whittled to nothing.
Dust and garbage.
Wasted minds and countless hours spent
Gnats en-swarmed every nook
every abandoned ledge and park.
A nauseating stench permeated all there was
steel, brick and flesh alike.
Calling ever still, night was.
Devouring, as it were.
And yet, everyone just muddles on,
Right at home.
|I'm a student studying Graphics and (hopefully) to study it at A Levels. I mostly deal in random sketches and a Gears Fan Fiction Comic. Most would call me a recluse, but I prefer the term 'dedicated'.|