There is no life left to live~
There is no blood left to give~
There is no spite left to face~
There is no race left to pace~
There is no life left to live~
Nothing left towards which to strive~
Once as busy as a beehive~
Now its all about behavin'~
There is no blood left to give~
Just the pain of the past left to relive~
As all of it has long been outliven~
Though how could we ever be forgiven~
There is no spite left to face~
All thats left is gall~
There is noone left to embrace~
All thats left to do is appall~
There is no race left to pace~
In front, there is no more space~
Behind, there is a wall~
To the side, all we could do is fall~
Now its all about behavin'~
Though how could we ever be forgiven~
All that's left to do is appall~
To the side, all we could do is fall~
@Bad Storm mentioned a two-way poem (or whatever its called) a while ago, and i wanted to try one, so here it is~
Though, i think its a bit disjointed
Random poem 4 - A future of the past
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