The world is crumbling, the memories fading like the light,
The ashes of our life slipping through my fingers into the night,
I cannot stop the gradual slowing of the Earth,
Nor can I preven and stop Evil in its birth,
For Evil is the flipside of the good, and without one,
There would be no other, ever on the run.
I miss the days of light and love and smiles,
And now there are bodies splayed in piles...
The world's ending, our love is wrending to bits,
And as I watch, anger rises in me in fits.
I miss you.
I miss the true.
I miss me.
I miss all we could be.
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Aya-Death Angel
Mostly poetry, no real deep thought. Just a place for momentary bursts of creativity.
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