End of Days

End of Days

A Poem by DeadMessenger

No way to describe other than trying to imagine.

Honesty is a weapon best used by those who misconceive, nothing is precisely as clean cut compared to beating around the bush that grows from within. Guided by imperfection insecurity can be the most potent poison, not the yelling nor the whisper makes a difference for an instant which has passed. Whats left is to accept that its over, best of wishes as they say, good luck, as if. In every dark cloud floats pollution contained with global warming often told as just a story where the subject holds each person.  

© 2015 DeadMessenger

Author's Note

No point in reading, meaningless words.

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Added on December 12, 2015
Last Updated on December 12, 2015
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Davenport, FL

Since kindergarten I've had grey hairs, each strand weighing up to the hazel eyed average Dominican - American I see in my reflection. Writing has become my way of attempting to fill the void, therapy.. more..