The plants have turned to grey,
the animals now wither away,
dare do I not no dare not I stay,
all I want is to run away.
To a place where the grass is still green,
where all the people are what they seem,
where the world works as a team,
and it's not a crime to have a dream.
Where the sicknesses aren't in our heads,
and the entire world is fed,
where every child has a bed,
and no-one remembers sorrow or dread.
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My Broken Poetry 2
PoetryI'm gone, I've got nothing left, A shadow of a shell, A soul sent down to hell, I'm gone, I've cut away the last of who I was, My wrists are bleeding because, I'm not the same as once I was, I'm gone, I've lost myself, No warning to keep the beasts...
