holes seem to appear
in my paperworks of art
memories burn away
and love is torn apart
seeds show no hope
plants and old trees
whither away with soil
"I'm tired." the earth says
beasts sleep in peace
forever as they be
and heat goes with cold
and the land left the sea
the sky turns gray
and clouds seem to fade
stones that block the way
the world draws out a single shade
stars are no more
the moon is nothing
the air breathes no more
the sun is fainting
all is gold, but all is dry
even birds, even flies
even a drip from the sky
no more tries
people are lying
voice is mute
slowly dying
no more youth
blood and hollowed earth
their colors, perfectly blended
all is death, death is birth
all is well.. perfectly ended..
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