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The Cold Breeze blowing through this dead tree
Our Blood running in and out of every sea
In a World only my nightmares can think of
Where death is in the form of a black colored dove
Where children play in confusion and despair
Poison and fire fills the air
Desert wasteland is that shows through my eyes
Hidden under blackened skies
Blood darkens the ground
Nothing but the wind makes a sound
The last one alive
Or the first to survive
Across the plains and into the dark
A lonely venture settles his last breath
With a whisper and broken glass
- by InfamyKidd |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/10/2010 |
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- Title: The End
- Artist: InfamyKidd
- Description: Little poem about the last man on Earth who finally through all the loneliness and insanity decides to end his life, Enjoy.
- Date: 09/10/2010
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- Gizensha Sakugo - 09/28/2010
- This is very good! I like the emotion and fluency of the words. 5/5 and faved!
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