I fall when summer ends

Tip toeing the trail of self destruction

Teetering on the edge on insanity

Submerged my soul in sulfuric acid

Sewed my eyes shut from reality

It's over when you can't break down

There's nothing left to destroy

It's all deteriorated



Nothing will bloom again


You would never see the fog at night

If it weren't for the moon

A strange glow that exposes the heavy dark

An ominous feeling

                       in which I have found comfort


This poem is about: 
Our world


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