Mornings never seemed so dull;
The sun was in despair,clinging to the dark;
And the moon sang every night,
and the clouds stayed hidden,
and people were happy;an illusion so false.
And suddenly they were old and rotting,
as they read their lives' meaning they cried;
And twilight came,and it was soon.
Oxygen left the lungs and peace was seen;
So close,so bright;
Heaven was cold,and people faded away.
All alone,peace was far from there.
And those who lived longed to die,and they smoked,and they drank,and they ran and ran.
And eyes met;souls united;bodies fell;
Yet the dawn would never come.Such is hell.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
Mornings never seemed so dull;
The sun was in despair,clinging to the dark;
And the moon sang every night,
and the clouds stayed hidden,
and people were happy;an illusion so false.
And suddenly they were old and rotting,
as they read their lives' meaning they cried;
And twilight came,and it was soon.
Oxygen left the lungs and peace was seen;
So close,so bright;
Heaven was cold,and people faded away.
All alone,peace was far from there.
And those who lived longed to die,and they smoked,and they drank,and they ran and ran.
And eyes met;souls united;bodies fell;
Yet the dawn would never come.Such is hell.