as I looked upon the ghostly remains of a generation destroyed, I thought to myself,
"why isn't it so bright? why isn't the end of an era burning with the desire to go on?"
an apocalypse is twilit.
an apocalypse is dim.
no more children, laughing, playing,
no more leaders arguing over our fates.
everything must come to an end.
does the eery silence frighten you?
does the emptiness make you shiver?
everything frozen in time,
what once was bustling with life is now no more than a skeleton.
the remains whisper with voices of a thousand lost souls,
begging you to succumb to the inevitable.
this society has destroyed itself,
and soon, all will be dusty, dead remains.
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Poems n Stuff
Poetrythis is just an ongoing collection of some of the poems I've made everything in this book is original and belongs to me, please don't copy my work
