The Witness

When all is lost, how does one find the way? When it all comes crashing down, how does one pick up after? What was left after the romans fell? Now the witness to the death of an empire, truths' unspeakable persona. As if a fallacy, yet here it is, as red as fresh blood, the truth that was never meant to be.

It has reached undeniable status. Once a beautiful gazelle, now roadkill. The dead can't be brought back to life, no matter how much we try, fight or deny... The conclusion, reminiscent of the trapped body inside the filling water tank. It has reached its peak and there is no more space left for air...

The soot leaves a mark. From the burning of the castles to the ashes of the fallen. It fills the lungs of the breathless and suffocates the remains of the light that once shone bright. The level of betrayal is worst than anything before. The cowards ran for their lives after setting the world ablaze.

You, The Witness, will sit and let it burn.

There is nothing left to fight for when even the assailant is bored with the torture induced. The lack of care leads to the rotting of the open wounds. The corpse becomes a trophy and the screams fade like words in the sand. The same sand that should have been used to bury that poor soul with the minimum of respect, now desecrates the memory with the showcase of defeat and indifference.

The wish for survival is indelible from the psyche, but the path was chosen, and it led to the hollow carcass you now see before you. Keep all emotions in check, since this was never meant to be. It may have been fun, still the outcome makes it all worthless.