The streets have been turned red with blood

 

It smells metallic and sickly as it runs through the pavement's crevices and corridors

 

The deep red monocolor covers and devours all other colors of the environment

 

Bleaching its vibrancy of colors and memories  

 

 

The ties of community have been cut

 

With the scissors of the very Fates themselves

 

It severs the fine line between instinct and reason

 

Leaving only mortal greed and lust in its wake

 

Rules no longer apply here

 

Family ties are consecrated ground that have been tarnished by sin

 

The pull of the trigger is no longer done in anger but in mercy

 

 

The Doors of the damned have been opened

 

Its contents spill upon the streets 

 

No sign of meaning is seen to its onslaught

 

No sound escapes the mouths of the those who succumb to it

 

It is lost in the cries of what has been lost

 

Of what they have lost

 

Of what I have lost

 

Hell is now empty, the devils are all here