The E.N.D. Poem by anthony fiji

The E.N.D.

Rating: 4.5

Reality is turning into fiction.
Feelings are becoming unreal.
everything free is sliping into an addicton.
The scars are impossible to heal.

The sky is fading away its grey.
Black birds flying far without coming back.
It's unseless to light candles speak to a budha or even to god pray.
Everyone losing their features, their senses walking like zombies talking wack.

Nature is changing starting to flip to go wild.
People killing with no mercy, stealing every corner there's violence
Dead bloody bodies laying around who's holding the gun is a child.
No one have the life anymore everything is dying slowly in silence.

Volcano's exploding from fire burning the skin like coals.
Huge amout of waves swallowing the cities.
Roads drying saperating making holes.
In all our streets, schools and communities.

Then the sun is getting closer&closer to earth.
every river drying people dying there's no water.
There's no food, skin peeling from thurst.
Is it the end of the world? no soul can understand what's the matter.

The world is falling apart.
Yet uniting together in a strange way.
We all face the same destiny soon would stop your heart.
Life is fading it's color day by day

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Monday, November 30, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: volcano,cities,senses
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