The damn bells are ringing,
the apocalypse has begun.
My world now shrouded in darkness,
Surely one day there'll be sun.
Till that day comes,
and all is at peace.
Hold your tongue and be nice,
no one falls in love with a pink beast.
The day of judgment,
thought it was handled by the gods.
But it was a sweet little girl,
telling me she sees through my facades.
Its time and follow the lit pathway,
a little more time but it's fine tell me today.
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Book Of Mine
PoetryBook of Mine is a series of poems derived from my experiences mentally, emotionally, and physically. Some poems are inspired by people in my life and others are derived from experiences. In this book I will also feature some poems purely from my own...
