Everything is tarnished, blackened and
Aged far beyond its time, ruined, crumbling
Hopes, shattered dreams line the long
Decrepit hallways of the future…the last
Of the laughter is dying away, merely a fond
Echo of happiness remains, nothing more cheering,
Always the same, just the same sadness trapesing
Along as your weary companion.

Death looms at the end of every journey, occasionally
He gets bored and cuts a path short, sending
His dismal decorations into other lives, spreading
The gloom and making horror…

Something is rotten in this God forsaken world, the
Trips of life are paper thin, threatening to drop
Everything it contains. Be careful incase the floorboards
Have weakened, lest they cave in; totally rotten.


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