Armageddon

The sun rises from beneath the hills
Touching our skin, the skin begins to shed
Baring our muscles, exposing our bones
The world is colored in red
And we're screaming
One by one our skeletal figures burst into crumbs
Descend to the ground and blow away with the storm
The human race is abolished, the Earth is a cold empty shell
Until there's a buzzing and the air grows warm
Thank God I was dreaming
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Lucas Mcclure Avatar
July 1, 2011 at 12:57 PM
Powerful imagery caught in the simplicity of word! Wow! Thank you for your comments
Breidenthal Avatar
June 29, 2011 at 10:29 PM
Nice, nice one! What a crazy dream that would be, eh? Always Laura
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