The lights glare for miles in front of my eyes,
The beach flows out against the midnight skies.
The stars fall like tears across the night,
Claustrophobia sets in as my chest starts feeling tight.
No sounds can be heard and no movement can be seen,
Somewhere from life to death we are caught inbetween.
The silence is the symbol to show the way,
An anthem if you will, of our dying day.
Author notes
i came up with this while listening to "anthem of our dying day" by story of the year
Please tell me what you think
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SO VERY REAL
LOVED THE REALISM. GREAT FLOW.
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Ok thats good got ryhming in it sound good forreal.
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hmm lol do you want a title?? i was reading it and the only thing that popped into my head was "story of forgivness" but idk what your forgiving or being forgivin for..... but thats what i was thinking.... <3
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This is really good! I like it a lot it's like telling your own story through poetry! Great job! I'm so glad your writing more poetry!!!
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