Apocalypse 2.0
I can't stop it
The anxiety
The constant twist in the pit of my stomach
The way my brain just will not shut the hell up
It's on constant run around
I'm having a nervous breakdown
I'm ripping out my hair
And spitting up my lungs
I'm crawling out of my skin
And don't know where to go
I can't tell up from down
Left and right are a fallacy
Beauty turns to dust with my touch
And colors all fade
Leaves turn to brown as venom leads from vein, to branch, to trunk, to root
Homes reduce to ash in a millisecond spit of flames
The world around me as I know it is nothing
A lifeless pit of what once was, and might have been
So long my lover
Farewell my friend
Eternity is settling in.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Aug 21, 2007.
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Love's gain and loss is like living on one side of eternal life and then the other. How many sides to eternity are there? In heaven, love's gain is never to be lost again.