#sonhwriting

Whoa. The darkest hour is here. There’s something left that I have to fear. The world is ending around me, and I have no time left for you dear. The infection is coming upon us, my life is ticking away. Living life like we are the poet. Not knowing what to expect. Are you ready for the darkest hour? Time is slipping away from around us. No one knows we are the poetry. I know your life is empty. I know your life is void. The words falling out of your mouth make me believe that nothing exists without the pain. The subtlety of others make the world go mad. Were living like a madhouse. Nothing that I have heard.. are you ready for the killing that my pain is about to bring..I’m sorry that I am doing this, but its just has to be done. The poet that you’ve heard of is contributing to the end of the world. My dear, don’t think of me as a villain, but think of me as the saint that saved the world, the poet is the hero, the poet saves the day. The poet is dying, the speech is sustained. Nothing will save you, its my time to shine. The poetry is lost in motion. There is nothing left to save, the world is ending, don’t leave me dear. I love you, don’t hate me. Don’t leave me, don’t leave. There is nothing that I can do to regret the things I done. So this will happen, and I will be. The hero that you wanted, the hero that will stay. Get ready. The darkest hour is here.