CRIED VERSES FROM THE BLEAK WASTELAND

The wasteland stretches aimlessly, a graveyard of rusted metal and broken dreams. Howls echo through the desolate winds, whispering tales of forgotten. Here, amongst the tombstones, poets find their voice, bleeding verse onto parchment as black as the sky. Their words are bitter, #lol a reflection to the spirit of this broken land. Aching for ra