Our world

A text carved onto stone of cold,
A letter branded on skin in black,
A soldier dying with only a white rose to hold,
Our world has exploded don't turn back,

A face of ash burnt to dust,
An angel broken left with no wing,
The sly grin of an evil lust,
The ingection of the lethal poison leaves a burning sting,

Our future lies in hands no eye can see,
The bodies underneath the ground wake to find no sleep,
We hold our wrists to 'god' so he chains us so we are free,
The monsters find our blood to seep,

A darkness of no other folds the light to dark,
A feasting maggot continues to eat away the dead,
A girl lying still waiting for her life's embark,
A bloody hand starts shaking and drips of crimson red,

A storm is created and lightning strikes the thunder,
Hail pelts to the ground and cracks the window pane,
I still sit at my window still staring on in wonder,
When all is calm and still and all you hear is the rain,

A girl left lying crying from her life,
A soldier now dead his hands clasping the rose of white,
The sly grin of lust is now the beholder of the knife,
Now are only darkness has turned to moonlit night,

The shaking hand now steady lying still with no pulse,
The monsters have no blood from us to wither our down,
Our world is of nothing but a created false,
The girl is but nothing but a suicidal drown....