At World's End
By decayofme
Everything I touch is broken,
Just like these words when spoken,
And every last beating heart,
Will crumble now and fall apart,
All the cities burn to the ground,
And the flowing air is silent
of every sound,
There's a dreary feeling in this dawn,
Almost
everything on earth is gone,
And the very last thing here left unshattered,
Must be the only thing that mattered.
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Copyright 2011 decayofme
Published on Friday, July 15, 2011.
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"Poetry"