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The Story Of How I Died

Vains pop,
Hearts stop.
You and me,
Not meant to be.
Stary purple skies,
Sad blue green eyes.
End of time,
Ugly rhyme.
My hearts breaks,
My body quakes.
I fall,
You crawl.
Electric night,
Pitch black light.
No time to mend,
This is my end.

I don't like this poem at all. I was going for short and descriptive
abstract but I didn't really get it. Any suggestions?