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Dystopia: Soothing me, little angel figurine
People never knew
before it happened
and was all gone
that bringing something dear.
Would hold such
value, if left alive in the aftermath.
And now I'm here
Lone, but stocked for another week
Can't breath
But why do I?
All I wish for is the comfort I had
With my little teddy now to
Bring me back to that same feeling with this
The only thing I managed to snag
Whilst hastily packing just to
Survive a little longer
Is the only remnant
I'd rather forget now though
But somehow, carries on, even in the ends of here
And I cant help but laugh, because they really did a damn good effort at commercializing
Their faith into everything
But, it all
Makes me wonder
Why now
In this utter bereavement
There would be something as soothing
As an angels figurine
Looking at me