Pandora's Destruction
A harvest of the waning moon
See how the unconsecrated lick their wounds
Light is dark and hope is despair
I have found my addiction elsewhere
What is unleashed, a glorious toxin
The agony bid for at this auction
All the suffering of the world
Was left in the hands of a curious girl
Just a peek for her greedy eyes
Just a touch led to our demise
And now that the pain I feel takes form
She let the fabric of the universe be torn
I could be living in a world of perfection
Instead I'm guided by misdirection
A box so simple, a box so ordinary
Set the burden on our backs for us to carry
An ingenious design that left one to wonder
As we looked up to the lightning and thunder
Leaving destruction in its wake
Until all that we are now is fake
The girl that left us to our own
And set upon us a curse we bemoan
But among the others was a tool to cope
"What is this?", you may ask-oh nothing but hope
Copyright © Taylor Smothers | Year Posted 2011
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