GRR- Timy Plurrazzelo

today is different

the difference is defined in this smoking gun.
Face first you decreased into the good lords earth.
I witnessed such a change in your eyes.
As the led slugs slivered so swiftly into your spine.
The cold resentment i once held to you,
is something i have grown accustomed too.
Your lively vessel now a lurking thought,
of something i must learn to never love.