29 August 2012
The full moons light lit the scene. As if it was from a nightmare dream. A murderer, a victim and some rope. The state of this world has left me without hope. How could such purity bathe that fight, How could such a murder deface such a light. All I know that this world isn't for me. If only I could leave and from horror be free.
©Odd
Moon Murder • Opuss № I