What Will Happen Next?
I find myself in the street of London,
Dark and gloomy,
The smell of famine and disease in the air,
Surrounded by homelessness and prostitutes,
With soldiers out fighting for freedom,
Children dying from disease with little life,
Blue and purple on their skin,
Spreading faster then rats can run.
I witness the city crumbling from within,
Social classes diminishing into thin air,
The weak becoming weaker,
Wondering when a cure will come.
I now find myself questioning this precious life,
Emotions all around me,
Thinking the worst but wishing the best,
As weakness fills my body.
I begin to wonder what's spreading within me,
As my eyes fade away with the day,
Anticipating what the future will hold,
What will happen next?
I find myself in the street of London,
Dark and gloomy,
The smell of famine and disease in the air,
Surrounded by homelessness and prostitutes,
With soldiers out fighting for freedom,
Children dying from disease with little life,
Blue and purple on their skin,
Spreading faster then rats can run.
I witness the city crumbling from within,
Social classes diminishing into thin air,
The weak becoming weaker,
Wondering when a cure will come.
I now find myself questioning this precious life,
Emotions all around me,
Thinking the worst but wishing the best,
As weakness fills my body.
I begin to wonder what's spreading within me,
As my eyes fade away with the day,
Anticipating what the future will hold,
What will happen next?