The Annual Horrors

Conflicting perspectives and forces

The land of promises and corpses

The annual horrors of a siege

I stretched my arms to reach

Harvesting pain with my left hand.

Conflicting perspectives and forces

The land of promises and corpses

A hope left in our home.

The annual horrors of a siege

I stretched my arms to reach

Harvesting pain with my left hand.

I have nowhere to be.

i have nothing to see.