APOCALYPSE

The black walls kept me entranced

in a world where I can no longer dance

in my hands I held the gun tight

waiting to free myself of this fight.

I looked outside and saw destructions

we had finally lost our directions

constantly watching our backs

for the infection from creeping in through the cracks.

The fire burned so bright

keeping me awake in the dead of night

but the warmth felt so cold

destroying my one last stronghold.

I’ve fought my way through the apocalypse

running away from it’s annihilating grips

but maybe I was meant to embrace my downfall

and for once tear down all the walls.

love,

atysharieff