In The End.

by Not Bulletproof   May 24, 2008


Sometimes when the pieces crumble,
a part of the castle will come down,
and even the weakest little rain fall,
can cause someone to drown.

When the sun refuses to shine,
the grass will grow no more.
Both sides of the fence will rot,
and there will be no exit door.

If the flowers wilt and wither,
then the trees are next to go;
we fall apart piece by piece,
and sometimes we never know.

Your heart will never beat again,
and your lungs won't take the air.
The world becomes a dark place,
but there's no escape from there.

Everything that was once so beautiful,
will decay and break away.
In this state, the world is harsh,
and you have no choice but stay.

We pick apart our few remains,
so there's just no more hope for you.
We crumble from the inside out;
our lives are changed anew.

Sarah Gammon ©
22/05/08

Thanks for reading -xox-.

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