All Gone

The lovely night has come. All quiet…peaceful..just like a grave after being dug, just like a memory of a soul that once flew within the fog. All quiet…too quiet for this hour.
The stains of blood have been washed by this ridiculous rain. The screams are now an old forgotten melody. The struggle..the despair..the sighs..all gone.

The_Death_of_Art_by_thorcx

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