Apocalyptic Dreams
I slipped into a slumbered haze,
I drifted into nocturnal daze,
Everything seemed in perfect place
A frigid breeze blew through the air
Time was neither here nor there
I strolled down to the bus stop
Across the bridge, a cloud appeared
And all it touched, they disappeared
Now all I see is scarlet sky
Tucked behind a wall, I hid
All the townspeople, the fire rid
Death flooded the streets
Corpses lay throughout my path
As I journeyed aimlessly throughout the wrath
I hear the sirens pass
Cadavers raining from the roofs
Witness to disastrous truth
Apocalypse is nigh
Copyright © Ellie Anne | Year Posted 2018
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