The black dense world is like a carpet
leading to the end of time.
The rain is like a blanket
that lets no good shine.
The wind blows like a blindfold,
leaving the world with no sight.
The sea is like a lost land
that was forgotten in spite.
The snow is like a weapon
that kills our greatest fears.
The clouds are like tissues
that hold in all our tears.
The world is spinnig,
yet no one cares.
The time is ticking,
and life isn't fair.
Sanity is gone,
but all seems the same.
Evil is here,
and it's playing it's game.
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