Apocalypse 2016


Do not let me go,
fall deep in to this pit.
for i do not see the bottom.
Does a bottom even exist?

i am slowly slipping
from your grip,
the grip which was once so tight.
it must be the tears of children
or the blood of the sun
in the sky

if this is all there is
then what is the reason.
why even begin?
all these questions answered
2000 years past,
but the books have been tampered with.

it is a problem of the past
what is the point to fix?
for no one sees like me,
all you see is screens,
you do not hear the screams,
please dont let me slip.

we cannot live like this

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