escape into nothing. poem literary From Nicole Smith.. Mid May, scientists, machine arises, feel it pouring in, feel the past is dying, I hear it calling, you can call it lies out there, I hear the darkness, machines arriving. It's a sight in silence, the world's break into two, but to come over you, the past is dead. It's a hundred years ago, I see the empty dreams, the cross above the sky there, I see an edgy screen, where the scenes, the sun is there, I see the fear of May, where the hope is dying, pouring onto thee. Machines arriving, fear is surrounding us in silence, broken into pieces, the world it comes from. Machines arriving, the past is dead there. To find yourself, to escape, is into the abyss of emptiness. But the other star, and you won't be set, or escape into nothing. To find yourself in the sound of siren, the escape is all you're hoping. To find yourself until your world is accepted, it's safe and sound, without the emptines...
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