Final Breaths Poem by A Dark Lifetime ...
Final Breaths
Come home, running fast
Standing alone, standing last
Hands of ashes, eyes of blood
Look around what you have done
Scars getting deeper
Lifes getting cheaper
Minds getting darker
Hands getting dirtier
Come home, to my trap
Fall down in to the gap
Seeing hearts in their perfection
Looking back in pale reflection
So streets are down
The cities drowned
The hearts sold out
And the soul stopped the shouts...
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4/26/2024 5:14:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
another masterpiece of art. your work fulfills me.especially the second part.i enjoyed it's bitter theme. i totally agree. what have we done to the earth.? the thoughts getting darker the souls were sold, the hearts bleeding, and us only breathing i have a poem with the same subject and theme, named (God is this the world you have created) , i would be so glad to know your opinion and thought about it muchas gracias for sharing~nb