dust

just another poem I created last week.

The beginning the end, the end of us as a species

tranquilitys existence is only a fools dream 

the wasteland 

the blood

the remains of the past

ruins, temples to deities long past

buildings that house knowledge are the first to decay

books, schools, drawings, great works of art

only fragments remain

knowledge passed on to be forgotten by ignorance

ignorance may be bliss but what when life depends without it

blissful existence is without the knowledge of death

death and life are only realized without ignorance

our generation is only paved with the blood and not life'

life depends on blood but blood exists without life

just a mangled mess of atoms and elemetns

life is worth living only to those who don't know it ends

life should be thrown away if you know how it ends

death should be avoided with ignorance

death should happen to those who fear it

ignorance is a choice

ignorance is a message

our message is death

and death is our only way to live

the death of you and the death of us

our life is intertwined

we live as individual

we die as one

our deaths make no difference to individuals

our deaths matter only to those who know

those who know will weap

the rest will continue on and on into dust

Reviews

[LazerRays]

You like fantasy? Awesome! I have a couple fantasy poems! You could check them out (one literally has fantasy in the title) the other one is knighting for the warrior of light. (that I can think of) anyway, this is a great read. I think you are a major geek like me when it comes to this.