An Unexpected End
A creation of our mind runs deep, so overwhelmingly deep at times
Right at the moments you need it to be silent, the screams of sorrow and sadness echo throughout the corridors of the mind
Suddenly when you think it's silent it blasts through
Knocking every bit of concentration and hope you had left
Humanity and salvation are gone
We're on our last shred of hope
Though this is the end, we know it's for the best
This poem is about:
Me