It was the end of the story
from the very beginning.
In the back of the lorry
we were all smiling.
But it was the end of that story.
His bloody life, severed from existence
In my bloody hands, his pure agony.
Lost all complete sense.
The end of the story
That blood-stained shadow, rippling through the forest
In broad daylight, grew the monsters
without a rest;
They all stirred.
At the end of the story.
It was the end of the story
From the very beginning.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and lyrics from a nobody
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems and song lyrics I've written over the past two years. I hope you enjoy all the different topics and prose. ❤️ P.S. They are not in order of when it was written.
