The aftermath..

Breathe light into this world
Filled with black & white,
Where the vivid colours hide
Within the cracks of a divide.
Slowly dissolving out of sight
It’s no longer vibrant,
Colours refuse to talk
It’s completely silent.
We destroyed the beauty
For a cause, for some duty,
No longer does life grow
It’s a different kind of hell,
A place, demons refuse to go,
As life becomes death,
In the wars we created,
A world that ended,
Because of the hatred.



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21 Responses to The aftermath..

  1. Simon says:

    I think there is so much hate in the world, but if we look away from the grey there is color.

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  2. Become More Healthy Blog says:

    Reblogged this on Become More Healthy Blog and commented:
    More Brilliance From The Darkest Fairytale!

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  3. Tantei M.Gin says:

    Hi ! Just wanted to let you know I nominated you for an award. In case …
    I did the post a while back but I had such a busy schedule, I failed to inform you.
    Hope you don’t mind. Thanks for following me and I enjoy all your blog posts! Keep them coming!
    Tantei MGin

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  4. mandibelle16 says:

    A bit of a scary future they’ve created whether real in the world or their life together. Destruction is left behind. Another good one Katrina 🙂


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