The year is
2020
Everything has changed.
Every human living underground.
From the radiation and war above.

Others weep and shiver in
fear. As others prepare for fight.
One of them is I.
I show no fear, or backing out.

The earth is in battle,
with creatures of robots and war
weapons.

Radiation and darkness,
humans are under awaiting for the end.
As if well there be in end to
this war?

As powerful and advance soldiers
go above the ground to fight off the
robots,
in heavy built silver suits with
machine guns and swords of steel,
we await till it is clear.

The year 2020 is
dark and a life
to risk.

For the sake of humanity.

Ever had that feeling of,
power?
The power that swirls inside you,
at a time in your life.

Where you know when you can use it.
The power inside you,
that leaks and makes you...
unstoppable.

The power that grows,grows until.
You are human no more.
But a immortal, with ultimate
power.

You become, the one.
The one with no one to stop you.
But yourself.

I am disgusted.
Disgusted of the world,
the pain, and evil
That surrounds us.
The pain we don't deserve.

All is lost, as we sit here.
In pain.
In agony.
In despair.

I am disgusted to many,
of what they've become.
The destroyers,
the saints of the world.
Getting away with deeds,
that they have no souls no more.

Anger fluster inside me,
as my body trembles from
the blood boiling inside I.
Why must I live and see
the evil deeds.
Of the wicked and
evil.

I am disgusted and angered.
Adultery, lies, and suffering.
Oh I dislike.

I am disgusted by all
wicked behavior and
actions.

Just disgusted.

I need the truth, for once
in my life!
All I hear is a swirl of lies.

Whatever comes out of everyone's
mouth, are words made of plastic.
No one tells me the truth,
for I wish they would.

What is the point of lying to I?
Telling a lie, is like putting your
life on the line.

So why you must?
When I am dying to know the truth.
Just saying, and don't make it up.

The truth is right, and always
the best.
A lie is a horrible
turn.

So tell the truth, as we wish
to know.
Instead of a lie,
that isn't whole.

In shadows, it roams in grace.
Its eyes scan as the mortals lived on,
at night time as you go to sleep.
In the shadows it lurks as you sleep,
watching you turn and breath.

It comes closer as it leans in,
not knowing from the shadows,
you sleep deeply and soundly.

In the shadows they watch you,
watch you as you move a slight inch.
Even during the day, they watch you.
The feeling of eyes, millions of eyes
on you.

They await in the shadows,
they wait to take you and
you'll be gone in a second.

In the Shadows they wait.

The two black eyes stared back at me,
my heart was pounding faster in my
chest afraid it may strike.

Blood covering its face down to its
feet.
Fear rushed through my every limb in
my body, the things mouth widen into a
large smirk not taking its
eyes off of me.

Tears escaped my eyes, as I clenched the knife in
hand.
I watched as the thing moved its blooded hand to a shield force
between us, as I noticed my hand blood covered on it
as well copied.

My blood rushing and as I meet with the monsters
eyes, I noticed a resembles.
The long dark hair and pitch black eyes, and the hand that was touching
the shield force...was I.

I am the monster.

Everywhere I see,
news, internet, and newspapers.
Tell us, we may be the last.
And the end is near.

So fast and to late, the world
has been crumbling down
with the saint.
Pain, suffering, and losses
of thousands.

The earths ground crumble,
the weather goes insane.
Everything out of place, in fear
as we are.

Scared of the end.
Losing half the world,
in mysterious ways.
Lies, lies, lies.

The end is slowly emerging,
suffering to all,
depression, and darkness.

No one is safe, no one to trust,
the world is crumbling, as we sit there
not knowing.
When well it be for us?

My eyes have seen the signs,
my ears have heard the evil,
my mouth is covered.
The end is near,
already here.

It is beginning,
as we become watched,
nothing personally or private.
Scared for your safety of your family and
yourself.

The end is coming, I am not scared.
But ready to protect.
Ready to fight,
ready to survive.

It calls, it whispers.
The tone is soft and silk, my body stops as I listen.
Peace.
The Voice speaks to me, as it tells me
the secrets of life.

My body is warm and safe, as the voice
echos through the wind.
"My dear Child..."
it speaks.

I must follow it, as I enter into a world
of magnificent wonders.
The voice speaks leading me.
"My dear child, follow I..."
it swirls around me.

The voice calling ,
whispering and there.
"Follow, follow into the world of wonder..."
as I enter without
hesitation.

I enter and the voice continues,
through my soul and I.

The Voice.

Close your eyes,
and imagine.
Imagine your own world,
everything that makes you happy, and smile.

Drifting off to a deep slumber,
as you feel your soul goes down,
deeper.
You see the people, things, and smells that
make you smile.

Your dream is a magical paradise.
It is your escape from harsh reality,
whenever you want to escape, just simply close
your eyes.
and think of the happy things.

Nothing well go wrong in there,
my friend.

Eyes heavy,
and limbs numb.
My body wants to rest,
but yet I can't.

So much to do,
so much to see.
I want to do all things,
before sleeping.

My mind racing, and my fingers
dance on the computer keys.
What should I do now?
I can't sleep or sit still.

So much going on,
no time to sleep.
No time to rest, or close my eyes
for a few seconds.

I have to wait till I feel my
eyes become heavy,
until I close them and dream
the mysterious of life.

I am so sleepless, my eyes are half way opened.
My limbs half numb , and my mind out of
place.

Sleepless.

The light, so bright.
Hovering over me tonight,
I look away as I float away.

My feet lose touch to the solid ground,
I am in air now. Humming entering my
ears, hoping I won't be speared.

Entering as I close my eyes,
knowing that I was the chosen one
tonight.

Laying down on a steel table,
hearing buzzing and drilling.
Fear and confusion swirled in my head.

As two ******* eyes appeared in front of I,
the feeling of calm and safe calm me down, as I felt a slight pain
on my left arm.
Not scared nor confused I knew what is going on as I learn.

Slightly I fall asleep, knowing that it isn't a dream.
Waking up as I lay, softly in my bed.
My body is all so sore including my head as I bore.

Slowly sitting up, trying to remember what I saw.
Mind blink as I awake, sighing and feeling pain.
If only I could remember the dream I had and the sores on my body.

White and bright,
hovering over me tonight.
The grass prickling on my bare skin,
as I lay hopeless.

Shines in my eyes, and
burns on my left arm side.
The pain is unbearable, as the
feeling was real.

The light dims as the saucer
appears.
My eyes watched with curiosity,
and wonder.

It hovers above me,
as my body was paralyzed from
top
to bottom.

It flies away until it is
a
few inches away from I.
Transforming into a
Christmas decoration, tonight.

Walking up a flight of stairs,
unsure what is ahead.
I see a familiar face,
a face that resembles me.

My care taker, my mother.
Sadden and dark, as we meet eye to eye.
"You were gone for many years, and your
grandparents blamed it on me."

Her words struck me, as if millions
of bombs went off in my heart.
Her voice was scratchy and her tone was dry,
my heart was pounding as if
it was the dawn of time.

"What do you mean? That I was gone?I have
been here ever since I've become."
Her stare was cold but hurt, yet I was confused.
Was I really here? or the mysterious light abduct me?

They drip,
they drop.
They escape our eyes,
as ourselves release it.

Tears carry your feelings,
of
fear,
sadness,
cheerful,
and
stress.

As we release these tears,
we become better.
The feelings become greater,
or clear.

The tears are like carries,
they collect all the hurt and pain,
or happiness.
And escape your eyes making you feel
better.

As they escape your heart feels clear,
as does your mind.
A smile appears on your face
slowly.

As all your feelings disappeared,
through a simple tear drop.

The warrior furious,
and fearless.
Her eyes full of justice,
and trust.

Raising her sword
at her enemies,
showing she shows no
fuse.

She fights with grace and
skill.
No expression,
no care.

Her glowing eyes,
made her foes fear her.
Her sword raises as it slashes down,
onto the foes.

She is known as a mysterious,
hero.
The warrior that was silent.
She showed no mercy on
those who are,
displeased.

The Silent Warrior,
is the one to be.

Pain, Pain go away...
Come back another day.
You see my smile,
so go away.

My heart is pounding,
my soul is lifted.
Energy rushes through my veins,
and heart.

No need for pain,
no need today.
Standing up to you is
piece of cake.

So off you go,
as I stay.
Happy and calm for the rest of
the day.

No need for pain, no need
for doubt.
Let the happiness and glee
sprout.

Hugs.
Hugs are warm,
Hugs are helpful.
When you feel down, I well wrap my
arms around you and hug you.

Hugs are like a medicine,
you feel depressed or sick, without a smile.
A hug well make your lips curve side to side feeling warm
inside.

Hugs are free.
Hugs from me.
Hugs are a special gift to receive.
Hugs are a way to show affection and trust,
Hugs are from me to you with trust.

I may have nothing you desire,
but a hug well make you smile.
So wrap your arms around me,
hold on tight, so we can have a warm hug tonight.

This poem may not rhyme,
but hugs do deserve this time.
So hug anyone going through the rough, or a simple hug
of love and trust.
Hugs are a special gift we can receive and give .

The End is near.
War , riots , and pain.
The world around us, is changing.
Changing in the wrong path, as we continue.
The Grounds rumbling furiously,
The wind swirling around us out of control.

Men, woman , and children fighting,
tooth and nail.
Out of control, no one is safe.
Protectors turning against us, beating , and tutoring.
The end is near.

Cries , and pleas are swept away from
the ears of the protectors.
Screams and blood follows in the paths,
of the one's we love.
Why must we suffer?
In pain and agony?

Is it already too late to change our ways?
Well the end come sooner then we think?
The end.
The end is near.