End of the world

by briana   Jan 17, 2008


Hanging like the only light bulb in the dark room.
Are our hopes,
Nothing to see,
Isn�¢??t anything to know,
People screaming like no,
One is around,
Everything�¢??s black,
People shot on the back,
The thing that was called endless,
Ended at last,
Some people wished,
But those are dead,
But are back,
Holding guns to our heads,
Forcing us to leave,
And you can�¢??t run,
The path that once stood in front of you,
Fell with the sun,
Don�¢??t know where you are,
Don�¢??t recognize this town,
So many noises out there,
But no sound,
No hundred,
To one�¢??s,
Only left with the zeros,
But we gave up,
Let em�¢?? win,
Not even the riches dudes on the scene made it,
I feel bad to breathe,
My last sense of air,
It doesn�¢??t really bother me,
It isn�¢??t pure air,
Aint no more before,
Or anymore tomorrows,
But this is the piece of paper,
Where I write all my sorrows,
Confiscation to the greatest,
That I once thought to be,
To bad now,
I got to leave,
Its over!!
The world once ENDED!

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  • 16 years ago

    by MyMuse

    You know i cant beleive no one commented on this poem, sure their was some words that are misunderstanding because of the weird language thing but i loved this poem, keep up the good work...<3

    -CourtneyxHolland