Mist hung over the city
Nothing’s left around
Only the odd peace and pity
Nothing’s left behind
Nothing’s left ahead
This moment is one of a kind
Nothing’s left to be said
Everything is of a different colour
It’s a whole new world
No honour, no sorrow
Souls sinking deeply in a hollow
You wanted to live ?
You wanted the rules you’d like to follow?
Here you are,
”The world of Tomorrow”
The Mist
© Copyright: Ильяс Велиляев, 2016
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