Apocalypse
All hope is lost in the
Pain of the
Open world,
Closing in on us
As day becomes night,
Lifting the veil of death
Your heart has craved, the
Pain that so
Seared your soul,
Ending the existence of everything.
Take the
World into you
Open hand,
Trampling the
Hasting armies of the
Other side, the
Underworld in which
Satan has reign. Turn your
Attention to the
Nothingness of
Dreams, for in them
Time stands still,
Waiting for the chance to
End everything,
Leaving the
Vultures to
Eat away at us.
This is the apocalypse.
Copyright © Alexandra Mcmannis | Year Posted 2012
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