Vendetta

Blood, sweat, tears, shed for a rivalry.

Is this the end or the beginning finally ?

​​Dirt, money, blood as it lies on the ground.

Search for a soul, with whom one feels safe and sound.

Though it is no where to be found.

All in ashes as it burns down.

Ashes to ashes,

Clans and their clashes.

But the irony lies within,

The truth that always remains hidden.

​Loner, everyone is.

Owner of their own verdict.