Trails of Blood
Cold as sin itself.
Nothing's safe from the disasters that nature throws.
Vicious and poisonous,
Red eyes and death...nothing's safe from sin.
"Disaster'll strike. We're not safe!" Mother had said in her last moments of life.
I had cried till I no tears left. Life felt so unfair.
Now looking back on the attack I had found out that the people I had as friends. . . (felt like) they forgot who I am. The only person who has stayed with me was Zinc; loyal and fierce, strong and sweet.
The trails of blood was death in beauty.