Destruction/3 Poem by Mythically Loved

Me and my path,
We leave behind destruction.
It happens in great mass,
leaving no room for reconstruction.

Everything's destroyed.
Noone gets out alive.
All the weapons recoiled,
nothing will survive.

Who would have thought,
that it would be so easy.
The people never fought,
it's all because of me.

All of life is gone,
nothing left but dirt.
I'm the devil's spawn,
making you all hurt.

I never ment to do it.
It's not supposed to end this way.
Now you have gone a miss,
and my life is fading away...

Written On: 3/8/11