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"Paint the sky,
it's a crimson red.
When we wanted a deep violet.
Now the apocalypse
is coming really soon.
I can see the stars are
melting into pools.
I'm ready for the world
to kill itself.
It's nothing new by now.
I already called it.
When the people starting
to destroy each other down.
We put our beliefs in
non-responsive gods.
Cause we're on our own.
Don't tell me you
didn't notice a thing.
Maybe you were
among the blind.
I see your eyes turning white just like them.
I should have stopped it.
Forced to open your eyes
to something more.
You're one of them now.
A mindless vessel to list to someone else's commands.
At least I have my imagination as I run away.
My mind drifting to a better place.
As my body decayed
and be one with the earth."
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Starry-Eyed Verses
Poetry"I'm not saying that I'm romanticizing my life. How can I make something better when I like it , the way it is." My first ever poem collection. Basically random poems about random people. Not a single one of is about me. Cover by @Lady-Emerald Also...
