10 December 2011
Pick up your brush and follow through, with every stroke I see in you, a bleak reflection, a gleam in my eye
See a fate so covered in black smoke, as it burns we've all tried to cloak, that we can’t explain what started the blaze
Thoughts of prevention are subdued, by memories so fictional and skewed, however good the intention might be
Brushstrokes • Opuss № I