The Black Liquid
In the silence of desolation
I breathe
My seismic footfalls
Their trembling limbs
The forest shudders
As I walk beside them
The stench of death
That seeps beneath
Constricts their roots of life
That I now seek
Gone are the days of filth
Yet still I cannot see
The black liquid fills my eyes
And reflects the mire deep
Tar pours from my mouth
Silenced; a world wiped clean
A promise eradicated
Their remnants line the canopy
Devastation
As I stand here, towering
Amidst the smoldering flesh
Judgment falls upon this earth
The congregation of disintegration
Writer/s: Nott
