This world is crumbling.
You can see it fading at the edges.
This life is slipping.
It's trailing behind the pieces.Since when did it start?
It started with a word.
It started with a sword.
It started with a gun.
It started with a word.Where then will I exist
In this world that slowly falls apart?
This cycle grinds to a stop.
It'll never start again.What's left then to live for?
All that's left is dust.
All that's left is silence.
All that's left is stillness.
All that's left is dust.
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All That's Left
PoetryCollection of poems following random thoughts, sometimes dark, sometimes light, sometimes weird.