This is the first poem of the new series. The title will be revealed after the last poem for the series is posted. I do this so that the readers can read the poems and piece together the concept of the series.
Long message Much wreckage I could not find a passage And now I’m lost on what to do No answers
The Extinction concept series is… It may be some time before I thin… I’ve decided each concept series w… I’m not sure when I’ll be startin… I am currently working on writing…
Unheard Falling on deaf ears But could they ever hear at all? Patience Running down the drain
To all my brothers, to all my sist… To all the people I never truly k… And all the ones that I wanted to… This is my farewell letter to you I had so much more I wanted to do
All I wanted Was to help them see What only I could see I never fronted Never had reason to lie
Come one, come all It’s just the beginning of it all Come see the world Listen to the rumored truth it hur… Move in and make this your new hom…
As consciousness fades Will I remember the shame? Or will it fade Into the grave that is my name? I fall to sleep
Finding my way around a resistant… Now closing this chapter of the bl… But falling short of the red notes Pull me back from the trap of the… Carve the bloody anchor of faith i…
Born into the shadow of Hell Innocent but soon to rebel I am not destined for a life of sp… My role, though a simple speck of… Is to carry out all that I must
As time goes by I can’t seem to s… Minutes pass by and I lose track… Hours fly past me and I can’t fin… I’m getting tired of living in the… My eyes are closing
Deception mandatory No more room for the rights Allowing the disease The only way to stay alive Rebellion is my middle name
Follow the voice of darkness Rebellion against heaven Seemed like such a good idea But merely a reckless endeavor Somehow you thought you could stan…
You had so many opportunities So many hands were reaching out to… I would hope that you had taken a… But once the sky rolls up, you’ve… Procrastination
Can you hear the martyred voices? Does it make your blood curdle? All the screams and haunting noise… It starts at our burial Death creeps along the walls
So... where do we go from here? After the war, what will we have g… Progress and life... or fear? Death... it will never fail to cla… All the guilty... as well as the i…