This poem was based off of a dark thought that I had for quite some time. Something about how man has always been trying to kill each other since the beginning of their own very existence. Yet the amusing part is that we as mankind want to survive at the same time as well. This poem is based off of that viewpoint. Comments are open.
Swimming in Blood
To regret
To write this.
This is all
That I have left.
A Gift
And
A Curse.
No one
Can see
What I see.
And it’s sad
That everyone
Will die
Eventually.
Of the red
That has covered
My eyes.
Drowning
Leaves
My thoughts.
Just to fight
For natural survival
Is all
That this is.
From all the others
That have fallen
To this.
To die
In this
Is just
Sickeningly Twisted.
This is
The end.
The end
Is this.
For maybe
The world
Drowned
In it’s own
Blood.
The bodies
Float.
Maybe they
Thought otherwise.
But for now
This is the end.
The end
Of this.
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