Apocolypse Poem by Ivy Wilburn
Apocolypse
Can't you hear them?
The angels are sighing
Drops of rain
They're crying, dying
Can you see it?
My heart is bleeding
As I bleed
It's barely beating
Can't you feel it?
The world is ending
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Can you taste it?
The blood in the air
Yours, the world's
It's everywhere
Tinting the sky
A dangerous red
Like the eyes of the monsters
Beneath your bed
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