Graveyard

I can see glasses shattering, creepers crawling, and hear loud cries at night. That place is burning with all its memories. Sometimes, I see heads explode in some other place where I spend half of the former. I can see blood there, it’s everywhere. It used to be a lotus pond, but it’s a graveyard now just like the other. I can see myself there with all those headless people, looking at that environment with a smile. I can’t blame myself, it’s all their doing.

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