Last One

no one can save me now
in our end, 
we all pray the same

everything becomes. . .

in the end
no one can save you then
and this now
will always be different

just until then

when we all stop breathing
the same way,
as everything ends
for every single thing
it was only ever

just. . . 

a matter of when

Author's Note

Reviews

[LazerRays]

How dark and depressing. You basically slash at hope with vile words that oh so reek of emotion. Aweeesomee!!! I love how you seem realistic using facts in this poem and hurl them at optimistic views. Nice work!!