Smudged colours scatter through the blank,
Sealed like Kurama, forever,
Strong like the remains of a tank.

BOOM! Gone in an instant, whenever,
Leaving my memories in the water, alone
like the end of my lifeline in stormy weather

while a deadly demon dinosaur demolishes the remains even when it’s existence is known,
damaging the core of my heart.
Does this need to happen in the unknown?