All the crowds disperse to dust,
And as the pedestals fall.
All your longing is forever more,
And your dreams are quickly crushed.
Just know that everything must die.
And we must all return to dust.
Dust, it flies through the air.
And it then falls down,
And we drown it with our fears.
Dust, like everything it must fall.
And it can fly back,
Up when we wash away our tears...
Just don't you forget that we must,
We must return to dust.
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Twisted Poetry
PoetryOne of my first creations on Wattpad! I started this a while ago, and have since then completed it. I have fairly moderate content inside this publication, which is surprising based on how messed up am. Back then though, I wasn't as capable of commu...
