Did you ever stop to think of the lives affected, did you ever consider the thorns that sprung from prints you left.
In your world nothing else exists, your desires are all that matters.
You maim and forget that the maimed have names.
You take and break, and expect the broken to stay sane.
Your sting poisoned, and the blood stains left trails.
You forget the wind blows everywhere, and it carries whispers anywhere.
Now, they’ve come for you, the scent you left, they trail to you.
Don’t act like you don’t know them, they are the monsters you made.
Emmalase
Emmalase