The serene sound of water thrashing against nature’s well-manicured wall

The serene sound of water thrashing against nature’s well-manicured wall of perfectly placed rocks. The scent of burning maple crackling fiercely as it rages with intensity trapped behind its own molten metal frame.

This deliberate silence gnaws at My shredded emotions, gently diminishing My every thought into rivulets of anguishing pain. These continuous and relentless blows to the soul, slowly consume My final struggle to find peace within this shell of My being.

Master Mayhem.