Endless World
As the sun rises,
There is nothing to,
Cast shadows.
The land is flat,
And the sea is,
Dry.
Not a speech of,
Human or animal,
Walked the very,
Land.
The nights become,
More colder then before.
The days are hotter,
Then lava.
You are walking on,
The sun.
The smell of dirt is only,
Known.
Small remains of the one,
Living cover the land.
One is holding,
A china doll in,
A deadly grip as a,
Bullet hole is shown,
On its bony face.
More bones are found,
On this dying,
Endless world.
There is nothing living,
Anymore.
The carnage alone,
Is very well known.
War!
Cannibals!
Death!
Starvation!
Many more are know,
In this lifeless,
Land.
Baby bones are found,
Under a broken tank.
Each crush under its,
Weight.
What drove these,
People to do this?
What made my family,
To leave me?
All I have to do is,
Remain in this,
Fucking war,
And leave the damn family,
I grew up with.
And maybe this very,
Gun I hold in my hand.
Do I dare?
I raise it high and be ready,
For the darkness.
Bang…
Bang…
Bang…
My life in this,
Means nothing,
Anymore.
I am glad to end it.
