Dream or Reality

Burn in hell with me, the sky smells of death-
laid to rest in a bath of blood.
I close my eyes as the light fades-,
now awake in a world filled with blight-,
not a living thing in sight!
The embers of the once known world glowing bright-,
somehow it still feels right.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't have much confidence in my poetry but these are just things i wind up writing down when the mood strikes.

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