I always wanted wanton global destruction
But why am I not glad at my crumbling world
Why do I lament the sickness of silence
Even when silence was all what I loved
Like Khan's hordes it piles upon me
Razing to the ground, destroying me
In nights I wake when the memory haunts
In days I break when their faces taunt
The stench of flesh was never a deal
But the gun at hand is no way to heal
I lost my way so called it a day
But oh it just didn't stop plunging me to a fray
It never stops, just can't compete
The pen should rest, leaving words incomplete!