The Time Traveler and the End of the World
The moon in the sky,hangs from a chain.
It watches the world,
as it slits its vains.
Star written skies,
with moons that tell time.
This world we live in,
is not fine.
I'm all alone,
and alone I shall stay.
I learned a long time ago,
to never waste the day.
This time we see,
is a precious lie.
As world starts to cry,
blood drips from the sky.
The sky was sick with ugly tears,
it cried and cried.
For it's precious sun,
had died.
No soul will ever,
smile agian.
when were you ever,
truely my friend.
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