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Crumbling and Dying

Poetry By: nocturnallife453


Submitted:Feb 10, 2010    Reads: 115    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

What would I be

If I didn't dream

If I've never seen

Fairy tales happening

Behind every closed eye

All life would die

And no one would try

To learn to fly

To go higher than the sky

Nothing would be real

Not unable to feel

Skin as it peels

Wounds that won't heal

Children forced to kneel

At the feet of their master

I'm forced to run faster

Away from this disaster

My decisions never rasher

My words can't be any hastier

Blocking the light so I won't remember

The candles igniting wood to ember

Clubs killing their members

Criminals who tamper

The blood in December

Snow smeared with crimson truth

No longer would one care for the youth

People wanting, failing to ruth

Me crying dry tears as I sleuth

Civilization is crumbling like a broken tooth

For it's all to no use

We have nothing and everything to lose


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