Tonight

P.X. Vexxus



Tonight, the world grows cold

Barren landscape molds

Infinite winter, without a soul

In the darkness tales are told

 

Desolate and broken

No words are spoken

Everything frozen in solid motion

We watch with no emotion

 

The moon rises with its infinite gaze

And reveals the world lost in haze

People scatter in a craze

As we reach the end of days

 

The sad moonlight shines down

And reveals the abandoned ghost town

Becoming more common as the night grows old

Everyone stares and watches evil unfold

 

Now days are gone and we’ve reached the end

Nobody fought back and the world is dead

Fallen apart we face the dread

Nothing is left, we cannot be fed

 

For tonight, the world grows cold

Tonight, we watched the nights grow old

Tonight, no tales will be told

And tomorrow, there will be nothing left to behold

  • Author: P.X. Vexxus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 17th, 2017 04:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: Tonight [March 31, 2016] Describes how humanity is aware of environmental issues but the majority as a whole do nothing to stop it.
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  • swingline

    Sadly mankind fights over wether global warming is real or not , meanwhile the earth is slowly and surely changinger for the worse for mankind .

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write, homo sapiens is destroying this earth and those in power are doing nothing.



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