Torment

P.X. Vexxus



The rain falls from clouds of misery

Painting the world in mists of agony

Creating oceans of darkening decay

The world is lost under skies of fate

 

Slowly the world drowns in it’s fears

As each day passes, so do the years

Holding corpses of the ones they held dear

In shades of gray, they shed their crimson tears

 

The plague spreads with fires of torment

One by one, more fall to regret

Too many to bury, they cremate and neglect

The depression builds, it snaps, pain becomes too immense

 

They charge at its heart, severing arteries

They break it's walls, shattering its memories

Stabbing and tearing, they kill treachery

As everything crumbles, so do the centuries

 

Now all is quiet, the world laid to waste

So it can all be rebuilt, in a land of peace

Men, women and children, all has been torn and broken

To break them away, to show what couldn't be spoken

 

Hand in hand, they walk from a war of regret

A world so cold and empty, all must be rebuilt

For they couldn't take anymore of this pain and neglect

All had to perish, to free the lives of the oppressed

  • Author: P.X. Vexxus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2017 02:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: Torment [June 8, 2016] A story about the similarities of war and plague, and how both destroy the lives of everyone involved.
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Comments1

  • Louis Gibbs

    Strong poem, P.X.! Let's hope our species wakes up before your vision of the apocalypse occurs.



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