The End
The end is near for you and me.
This boat is sinking into the sea.
Swallowing it up like a cat and mouse.
I will never again see my house.
The Titanic couldn’t sink, they lied.
I can no longer breathe, I tried.
And even though I tried and I tried
I’ve ran out of air, and now I’ve died.
My family will wonder where could I be?
The end is here for you and me.
Copyright © Nikolas Fantocone | Year Posted 2013
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