End of Creation

Today I’m sharing a poem I wrote a few days ago. It’s in a bit of a lyrical style.

Enjoy!

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Until the very end.

The bitter taste of sorrow

Will stain my lips.

Crimson is the blood.

The color of pain;

Of death.

Until your demise,

I won’t be satisfied.

Until the end comes,

It would be wise to run.

Your soul is a pit.

Black as the night;

So dark.

Like a venemous snake,

You pierce the skin;

I choke.

Until your demise,

I won’t be satisfied.

Until the end comes,

It would be wise to run.

So h...