Treasure Island

Liliana EL.

How This Works

Staring into the mass of destruction
People you knew
Your friends
Little more than broken bones
Make up the graveyards of today
Yesterday this dark dead place
Was a gushing sea of blood
Maybe you heard their sharp piercing screams
Maybe you watched them swallow and drown
Yesterday this place was ablaze
You could even see the embers in their eyes
When they reached out for help, you ran and didn't look back
But do you remember all the times which they dropped their dreams to help you achieve yours?
These people passing
You know, they're also dead
Their souls are dead
Their hearts are dead
Their minds are dead
Only their skeleton is moving
And one day that privilege will be gone too
But tomorrow is another day
What do you want to do
A cup of tea, perhaps
We can watch the world end again
My treat
We can hear then suffer
We can see them scream
And don't forget
Mommy and Daddy

Submitted: Sunday, September 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013
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