Bibbeck

White-Washed

The world was white-washed

A dagger held

Pointed

Stabbed

Without pain

No blood was drawn

Only red paint.

The sky

Full of clouds

White!

Even the night

No longer dark

No more blackness

Only white.

Dead!

Everything around

Trees

Wilt to the ground.

The one sound, in the silence

The lingering voice

Whispers

The 'Amen'

And the world

Dies

Once again!

Comments1

  • IDiedLastNight

    I enjoyed it, very nice

    • Bibbeck

      Thank-you IDLN.



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