Big Head! Tiny Thoughts.

The ruins of Dystopia haunt me! My nightmares are but visions, of streets paved with the craniums and femurs of heroes and villains, laid side-by-side, And rivers that overflow, with a cocktail of blood and mud. The ruins of Dystopia taunt me! The deafening silence, The occasional screams of pain and anguish that pierce the silent air, The smoke that rises from the inferno. All mockery of the faith I once had in humanity! The ruins of Dystopia want me... ...to tell you of these visions, the surreal sights and sounds, the thick smell of spent gunpowder, and the heavy taste of metal. To tell you how just a little love and kindness, will keep this a nightmare that never becomes reality.