Everyday feels like the end of me, of humanity, of the world
people gone missing, my home in ashes, dead bodies piling by the minute.
I lay on the ashes and dirt, remembering the happier times as the sky goes dead grey
holding a dead teddy bear in between my bruised and battered arms.
Two pairs of arms pick me up, dragging me away
they feel human but act like monsters. a stare so cold it cuts through my very soul
show no love cause nothing but fear
The arm bands they carry look nothing I know of
of blood red with nothing but a white circle in the center and a two black lines,
zig zagging and intersecting to form a feared German symbol
I feel a cold surface as they set me down
the monsters speaking in German. I know not a word they say
but where is my family they say. Spit and a "f** you" into the eyes.
They bring something out of their pockets,
shinging under the weak ball of life in the dark room
Is it hope? Happiness? Faith?
Happiness doesn't come with a trigger. Pain like needles going up my body slowly
as I smile at them for the last time. Everything, everyone, turning ablur
This day, was truly the end.