Black trains taking us to the unknown-
The dark smoke fills our lungs,
And burns our toungs.
The black smoke of ashes
Disapears into the grey sky,
Where the sun no longer shines.
My name is written,
Not in fancy cursive, but as a criminal,
On the parchment of death's waiting list.
The acid burns my skin,
My lungs burst into invisible flames,
I try to scream, but there is no sound.
One by one, our bodies are seperated from our souls,
Free to dance in the wind-
Fly away to a better place.
Through the wind our stories will fly,
Our messages will stay alive,
Though our bodies have died.
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[link] my club made to help writers, go on if you want!
if we're all alone, then we're all together in the end
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