joshua wickstrom

When Will This End?

A trip into the unknown.
Ones self, about to implode.
People, screaming in the streets.
Insanity's about to breach.

There all just colours, in your head.
All the people speaking, to the dead.
Tell me, when will this madness end?
Tell me, when will this madness end?


Society's lost its feet.
Floating in the sands.
Materialism is blinding us.
You can not stop their plans.

There all just voices, in your head.
All the children crying, in their beds.
Tell me, when will this sadness end?
Tell me, when will this sadness end?


Lost, no air to breathe.
Drowning, in the weeds.
Disorder is among us.
Its the pain that feeds.

There all just pictures, in your head.
The world is bleeding, chaos has spread.
Tell me, when will this sickness end?
Tell me, when will this sickness end?

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 7, 2008
Poem Edited: Friday, September 25, 2009

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  • James MclainJames Mclain (12/7/2008 11:58:00 AM)

    A very painless The End...

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