When hope dies.

We all saw it coming.
The end of it all.
Just a small piece of metal.
And it was over.

Your life.
Your pain.
Your smile.

When hope dies.
We cry.
Tears of glass.

We all knew what would come.
From the moment we saw it.
The shiny gun in your hand.
And it was over.

Your life.
Your pain.
Your smile.

When hope dies.
We cry.
Tears of glass.

Copyright 2007 Nyorioko.




Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-09-01 at 11:20

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