Empires crumbled before your blank eyes
Memories burned, thoughts decayed
Blood became thick with surrender
And your shoulders hunched under the weight of living
You fell down the rabbit hole
And found that Wonderland
Wasn't so wondrous after all
Blood-shot eyes watched you
Make your way through the chaos
And witnessed you breaking down
And howlering as if you were one of them
You built your walls from the ruins
Locked yourself in Limbo
And became one with the poisonus dust and the grey debris
But it's time now
To get out of the shadows
And into the light
To slaughter your red-eyed demons
And pick your heart off of the cracked ground
Wipe the gore
Scrub off the rust from your armour
Wear your broken crown like it's made of gold
And tip your chin high
As the weight lifts off of your shoulders
This is it, the Apocalypse
YOU ARE READING
serendipity
Poetryserendipity; ser·en·dip·i·ty (n.) : finding something good without looking for it. A collection of poems and short stories.
