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Clouds of dust rise through the air As they blind the sunlight and darken the sky. The horizon begins to fade to ash And the day starts to transform in to night. A pair of bloodshot eyes are looking in the distance. Blinded and halfway closed, with no direction or place to go. They struggle to open, and close again As the bodies rot in the blood stained snow. The hearts of the wounded pump with pain As the memories flash throughout our minds. The agony flows inside our veins While we grieve the image of a sunlit sky.

The sun has been anchored to a horizon And it’s slowly drowning in the sky. The nights are growing cold and endless As the world decays and we wonder why. The stench of death consumes the air As festering entities observe the sea. Their eyes become useless, blackened holes And civilization is left blinded and weak. There’s a break of light surrounded in the shadows A crevice of hope embedded in the night. It’s swallowed whole by a pitch-black ocean As we're left with nothing to do but die.

A pair of blackened eyes gaze out at the unfathomable sea Unable to confront true fate, they slowly creep shut Joined by beaten hands which clench life with ease Moments later they abruptly give way Traveling slowly, sinking in to the deep Accompanied by eyes which can no longer see All that was known begins to fade As existence is putrefied and blinded by a haze Belief and distrust have been slaughtered Sadness and happiness have withered away As the air starts to decompose Setting in stone an aftermath of eternal decay

A desolate field is further destroyed by raging gusts of wind. As the clouds become invisible against a pitch-black sky. Not yet deafened to shrieking civilians, violently crushed by the ocean’s fist. The earth splits, and silent sufferers sink deep in to an abyss. The remains of the past, shattered and torn, devour our hearts and plague our minds. As the streets are painted, and the oceans become dry, existence is slaughtered. No more than a quick flash, holding more gravity than a lifetime. Countless bodies stain the planet red with limited time passing by. The horror flashes past two eyes, no more than those will ever see.

This is life. Category: Life It's 7:30. She wakes up and wants to go back to sleep again. She wants to sleep forever. She wants to die. She'll get up and get ready for school, half asleep the whole time. But she's awake enough to hear her mom screaming. It's 7:45. She's on her first glass of wine. She goes to school. She sees her friends. She approaches them and smiles. But it's not sincere. By now she's perfected a fake smile. She talks to them, pretending to be interested in what they're saying. She looks around. She sees other groups of friends smiling and laughing and talking. She sees teachers. She sees the lunch ladies going to the c