“Apocalypse (The End)”
The sky turns turn red,
The corpses have already bled,
Cities crumble to the ground,
Humans cannot be found.
They hide in the numbers that are few,
Waiting for the day to start anew…
It rains blood,
Severed heads cause streets to flood.
It snows ash,
Which covers the ground in a flash.
The sunshine is black,
Which is a result of the demon’s attack…
The apocalypse stuck long ago,
Human life ceases to go,
They dwell under the Earth, hiding in fear,
That the creatures above will hear,
Their heavy breathing and scared crying,
And the moans of those dying…
Birds cease to fly,
Planes don’t fill the sky.
The monsters rule the ground,
Taking and killing all other life that is found.
They rule the skies,
Watching the world with their pure white eyes…
They are grotesque and cannot be described,
Use your head and that is all you’ll have needed.
They are far worse than even a vile mind will think,
Their breath is thick like blood down a sink,
And their cries like strangled children,
Dying, and dying, and dying again…
This is the apocalypse; the end.
Hope is not something people can lend.
Thin enough that people will kill for it,
And die trying to have the other’s throat slit.
They cannot hold out for long,
Because the apocalypse struck; its better off gone…
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