ApocalypseA Poem by M O R P H I N EShe lights her cigarette In the darkness of her room The music plays so loud Yet, she fails to hear the tune And slowly she drifts away Hoping for brand new day Maybe then, everything will be okay He lifts his empty glass Drinking what does remain The voices scream so loud He just wants to escape So he fills his glass over and over again Until he is gone Water falls from the heavens The birds all up and hide The sun doesn’t want to play now The clouds eat up the sky And there is darkness all around As the water hit’s the ground Maybe now, everything will be okay © 2010 M O R P H I N EReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 29, 2010 Last Updated on April 29, 2010 AuthorM O R P H I N EHereAbout5 years later, I'm back! I have left all my written pieces from back then on here, available for anyone interested. Twitter: @painpenpaper Tumblr: http:/dearwhoever-fromme.tumblr.com more..Writing
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