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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Gothic · #2192938
A poem written in the darkness, from the depths of a forgotten soul.
Life was once vibrant, but now light is scarce
Trees used to bear fruit, but now they are baron
Bridges provided transportation, but now only ash remains
Songs used to soothe the soul, but now they enrage it
The mouth spoke the truth, but now it’s sealed
Jokes would leave smiles, but now they leave scars
Eyes saw promise, but now they see disappointment
Friends were once many, but now there aren’t any
The heart was filled with love, but not it’s empty
Shoes once saw the world, but now they see the trash
The sun used to heat my soul, but now it freezes it
Ink was used to record, but now everything is written in blood
I once had a dream, but now it’s dead
I once lived, but now I am forgotten
I was afraid of the dark, but now I am a part of it
I…………….., but now it doesn’t matter
But Now We Are At The End
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