Landscape of the Berserk
Landscape of the berserk
And forsaken fortitude;
Numbed to the core
A shell of sense – vapid.
Talk of recovery
With words that are mere
Shapes that glister.
But onward, onward,
Ever onward.
R.H.
Landscape of the berserk
And forsaken fortitude;
Numbed to the core
A shell of sense – vapid.
Talk of recovery
With words that are mere
Shapes that glister.
But onward, onward,
Ever onward.
R.H.