Doomsday
Doom was the day when I met you,
You were there,standing in a misty hue
Arms wide open, with a face,oh so blue,
Seeking.Feeling. Couldn't find the right clue.
The black slowly ate the white,
The sun was nearly out of sight,
The light was struggling with its might,
Everyone's trying to make things right.
But- things ran down complicatedly,
Moments- shattered through exact misery.
Breath- cannot reach the feeling so empty,
Oh! What will happen now to thee?
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