Poetry from the Teenage NERD.
Part 6
It's midnight.
A change comes,
over me.
Clouds pass over the moon
as it rises to it's highest.
Darkness spreads inside me,
the cold wells up.
As the chill passes,
I feel my soul,
finally set free
into the night.
In our ends,
it's never a happy thing.
Everything collapses,
or burns to the ground.
If we are to wait,
will all good things,
pass us by?
If we don't
will it break
what we've built?
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