Apocalypse
My pen won't bleed ink upon this flyleaf.
My past colors have been drained from my mind.
Today's world has left me in disbelief.
I'm forced to hide away from humankind.
Television is my adversary.
It showcases mass demise in a loop.
It's unknown if this is temporary.
I always fear that we will not recoup.
The days pass by and I fight to survive.
My resources are falling dominos.
I wish all these stolen lives could revive.
But currently, there's a force no one knows.
I'm alone inside an apocalypse.
I must hold my life with my fingertips.
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