When the world ends, I’ll always remember the way that you lit up the place.
Casting a light so bright that not even my eyes could escape your grasp.
Although, not after long they learned your pattern and darkness gradually snuck its way back.
“Try again tomorrow.” the darkness would say as the hour of royalty passes.
Then suddenly there was nothing but silence.
As if the world paused, awaiting your return.
A great deal of time has passed and yes, I still wait.
Although I wait not for the sun,
but for the end.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 12:06 AM UTC
When the world ends, I’ll always remember the way that you lit up the place.
Casting a light so bright that not even my eyes could escape your grasp.
Although, not after long they learned your pattern and darkness gradually snuck its way back.
“Try again tomorrow.” the darkness would say as the hour of royalty passes.
Then suddenly there was nothing but silence.
As if the world paused, awaiting your return.
A great deal of time has passed and yes, I still wait.
Although I wait not for the sun,
but for the end.
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