3AM Thoughts

by Sijey

If I could say a word, a plea to the masses, a wailing voice hushed -- buried, and an intent to save the ones who were slaughtered, and those who slaughtered, those who watched. If I could say a word, a sentiment from the deepest depths, that it may be saved, may it be purged that it may live, that it may die out. If I could only say, the unspeakable things that resonate within, that the silver lining of all creation nothing else, but destruction.

artwork by Rheymar Chua