Death,Again
The sounds of Jingle bells fill the room.
The happy faces of humans before their doom.
As my heart bled dry before the clock,
It's glow slowly faded to dark.
"Love all and trust no one
For their victory may be your doom"
An old fate warned me once.
Yet here I lie
Beneath the rubble
Of what I found.
Copyright © Bommi Shivani | Year Posted 2022
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