by Mitchell Fitzgerald

Created on: May 07, 2009

The End of the World

Explosions ring through my numb head,

Dust is crawling through the air,

My brain is but a chunk of lead,

Inside me builds a scream of terror.

The trees are eaten by azure flames,

Houses hurled by a fierce wind,

People scream their lover's names,

People scream pleas to forgive their sin.

The salt of the ocean becomes an acid,

The sun swallowed by a blur of black,

Nothing of this moment is at all placid,

With splinters of dust clawing at my back.

The sound all dies as I kneel,

Darkness eating up the ground,

A sudden blast of heat is the cold I feel,

And I know it is with death I'm bound

Littered bodies cough and die,

As the world is overcome with silence,

The corpses do not free a cry,

We've been repaid for our defiance.

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