I have no idea what inspired this, don't ask.
Everyone lives, everyone dies,
Until the day when the sun doesn't shine.
No one will live, everyone will die.
Who will inhabit this empty plane?
Where the old faces will never show again.
No one of course
Because time has run it's course.
This is the world's end,
Nothing will ever begin again.
I hope you enjoyed what you had,
Because that was your last.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry I wrote myself, so I ask that no one steals it. As you can tell by the cover and the name it is dark so don't complain that I didn't warn you. Although I still write poetry and will update it, most of the poems are olde...
