The World

Tomorrow's always a mystery,

When today hides its face

And the world feels so empty,

When you run from its embrace

The echoes are always quiet,

When your voice refuses to sound,

And the world becomes chaotic,

When the caves become too loud

Your mirror becomes a martyr,

When you don't love your life,

And the world creeps around the corner,

Keeping your heart held back by knife

Tomorrow becomes apparent,

When today becomes your last,

And the world fades into darkness,

When your life becomes the past

Reviews

[Ars Goetia Poetry]

Oh wow, this is excellent. I am seriously impressed. Thanks for sharing :)

[Apebble]

Thanks for the read and review mate! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)