Un-Bliss Poem by ice johnson

This is not bliss
The city burns in ashes
while I laugh
I stop and realize its ALL OVER

I grabbed my bag and my guitar and headed east
far away from this places memories
There all gone
There all gone I say
Im free un-owned, unknown

This is not bliss
sadly there's no one I miss
I walk the road where the cars have tumbled
no more struggle
Hopefully, I wont encounter anyone
There's debre and clothes hanging everywhere
The bodies fade, the bodys are dead

This is not bliss
so I run away
Run away