The day the world ended

the title of this was a spark sentence given t me by a friend, it was written very spontaneously so therefore might not make as much sense as it should.

Morning dawns, cold grey yesterdays

Like a blur everything passes

Like sand through an hourglass

The daylight slowly fades to black

And again, monotony, drudgery

Time just passes them all by

Waves of colours, smells, memories

Building lives, building dreams

Just to watch them shattered

Finding out what life’s really about

When you’re forced to choose

Forced to break or be broken

Survival of the fittest

But just because you survive

Doesn’t mean its ever ok

Not a state of mind

But a fallacy

Because of those words

That they told you

That you never wanted to hear

The End

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