The End of the World

So brave,
So cowardly,
It stands there,
Over the water.
Knowing that someday,
It will fall.
The cursed thing fell,
The year was over,
Right on New Years Eve,
The world is over,
Finally, I'm dead.
Attatched to this cursed place,
Willing to jump to my doom,
But I waited for all my life,
And now I'm dead.
Wishing I had a second chance,
Realizing how much I missed,
I lay silently in my grave under the sea.

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