I opened a book..
Of which had no title..
Took a second look.. and
Awakened a mind that was idle..
It told of the world before disaster and disease..
The ink bled utopia a concept seldom believed..
He who walked the earth had bravely conquered all..
Once we proudly stood and now we oddly fall..
It all ends before our eyes..
Now the lies are true and the truth is lies..
Hate with no face could wear any disguise..
If we could glance into the future I think we’d all be surprised..
These pages read the heart rite out of my chest..
Gave me passion and purpose and laid it to rest..
I read and I read but realized the pages were blank..
A lone dedication a dying world left to thank..