APOCALYPSE Date: Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 08:20:00 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: darkkai Rancid thoughts feel like a stained glass window from a morbid darkness of an old cathedral. I can see them broken on the dusty alter when I bow,The chalis with a wine stain level is filled with warm blood, gruesome and horrid to see or smell. The bland illuminated area where the bodies are fill the room with the stench of erosion and silence. Death has become more lonely with no one to scream for mercy. Everyone is dead. This poem is Copyright © darkkai Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=7751