End of the World

Vibrant,
Soft,
Tame,
Powerful,
A beauty to sore eyes,
A Harness to the fallen,
Completion on destined travels,
A front for the sender to bellow his tiger like screams,
A scream of blood rage.

An open toy box,
Full of dreams and secret desires,
The desire to live,
The desire to control the world in your own little way,
The movements,
The opinions,
The reaction.

An open toy box,
Brings a smile to the face of the child,
To the face of the child,
The face off,
The child,
The child and his world,
A Child,
Alone in his room,
Controlling his world,
Alone in his world.

Welcome to my world,
I rule the stars and the way they move,
Where there’s no one to love and nothing to prove,
I rule the people and the way they grow,
Where there’s no one to hear and nothing to know,
Welcome to my world,
An empty world.

Analyse the void,
Find there is nothing,
Only a Pit,

I AM THE VOID,
I AM THE PIT,
I AM THE END OF THE WORLD!

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This started off with no thought and no idea, I just kept typing, every new stanza was a new poem, but eventually I just hated it all and decided I'd post it in its entirety and rawness to show people the chain of thought my mind goes through. Sorry for the crappy poem.