The Brink
This is it
The end
I’ve no more friends
And now it all depends.
What will he do now?
There’s nothing else around
For miles and miles not even a sound.
No laughter, no people just air and ground.
We are alone.
I wish I could call,
Never realized how much I would miss it all.
There’s no point.
My soul was sold,
By no choice of my own
This society voted,
Lost in the false promises that were spoken
My heart is torn open.
I can feel it coming,
The air is thicker,
My mind is numbing
The candle lights flicker,
The ground is thrumming.
In anticipation,
For the sudden desolation
As we reach the brink
We are all going extinct.
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