Trapped

A plague slowly spreads behind locked doors,

eating away at the tattered remains

of the heart and soul of my city.

The cure is out of sight

and the antidote is wearing down,

the vile infection is slowly spreading.

As time passes

the city looks to end its suffering,

determined to be free one way or another.

The plague infects deeper,

with each passing minute the city sinks

and innocents fall to the ground in agony.

The heart and soul of the city is in decay,

the people are tired from the struggle,

they will soon let go of this dieing world.

Escape is so near,

our hands are slowly letting go,

yearning to exist in the painless void.

Soon our goodbys will be said,

the last smile will be seen

and our world will have never existed at all.