Crimson-stained lips. The muddy ground serves as a suitable shallow grave, For those living in fear of others seeking carnage; Drawing all my strength, from the deepest darkest well in my soul, I seek what little justice for the twisted body, That lies in the wet field. A crushed head, bloodied, Eyes staring into Nothingness, In this life time or the next, I shall turn this world inside out, For you. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all[...]

