It haunts us all
Some say it is vampires
Some say it is a curse
Most say it is something from hell
We have run out of coffins
Those alive are paranoid
Scared of others
And what they might have
We cannot breathe
Our bags of air are clogged
Nobody knows whether is it alive
Or not
Some say it is
Some say it is not
Go near each other
And you will die
This will be written in the books
For time to come
Until the world ends
It travels out in blood
Slowly killing us all
One by one, we go
Never to return again
We cannot breathe
We have run out of coffins
The cemeteries have too much
We cannot handle it
Men from the West say
We can handle it
Men from the East say
We are fine
No, we are not
The end of humanity is soon
It will end us all
In time to come.
Written on March 2020
Last Revision Date: Tuesday 7th Dec 2021
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a book of self-made poems. Each chapter is it's own poem, so you won't have to wait until it's completed to start reading. Last Revision Date: Sunday 14th May 2023 (PS: So that you guys know that I am still active)
