No more poetic clone wars
Stories of love lost
Dead and forgotten
Undertakers attempting in futility
To revive the dead
An abomination that should’ve never been given thought
Much less life.
No more poetic sandstorms
Of life lived
The only remnants
The dunes of memories
That depresses even the reader.
It’s not enough
Crawling into holes and crevices
Living like a scavenger off the land
The next meal… the only highlight!
No more sad love songs
Gazing at stars
Wishing that time travel was possible
And that you knew the meaning to life.
What you wouldn’t kill to reach nirvana.
Was it real?
This mythical place of peace and contentment
Where nothing matters because your so over the bullshit.
No more poetic thunderstorms, hurricanes,
Natural disasters of any kind
Just a peace that passeth