5 years ago. January 18, 2019 at 3:17 PM
I destory worlds
It matters not how
Or whom
Intentional or not
It merely happens
Even in a crowed room
Or a thousand miles away
From nothing to old age
The inevitable always happens
Those around me pay a price
Lady luck has never graced this life
If she had
She to would lie in ruin
Darkness has been a consistent companion
Through out the years
When there is nothing left
l will not weep
Tears no longer run thier course
Chained to the gates
l will not bow before the punshment
But welcome its release